My Ride or Die

Chapter 9

Hunter

There she was again.

She just couldn't get enough of me. I opened the door for her. She waltzed right past me and mumbled thank you.

"Oh hoho," Chase said. "Hey pretty young thang," he said as she checked her out.

I almost clocked him in his jaw. "Ahem, guys. Just leave her alone."

"Ciao, bella," Michael said smoothly as he kissed her hand. She blushed and politely removed her hand. She didn't say a thing as she looked at me and walked right past me. She sat down at a table further away from us and took out her little books and buried herself in them.

Chelsea was buried in Chris' neck and moaned slightly. "Hey! Hey! Hey! You two! Alright lovebirds! Cut it out! Get to class!", a teacher snapped at them. Chelsea gave Chris one last kiss goodbye and she headed off to class, while Chris joined our group and the teacher approached us.

"Well now", he said. "Uh...Mr. Hunter Woodrow. Welcome to Peacemount High. How has the first half of your first day been?", he asked. I look over at her and said, "Heavenly, sir. Just pure heaven."

The principal snapped me out of my daydream state and said, "Well that's great!" I quickly turned my head back to his attention. "What did you call me up here for again?," I asked. "Well, I just wanted to personally shake the son of Mr. Woodrow's hand."

"You knew my father?", I asked puzzled. "Why, yes! We served in the Marine Corps together. We were good friends. And you were quite the energetic little bugger."

"You knew me since I was a kid?" He shook his head and smiled. "I knew how much you dad meant to you. I couldn't bring myself to come to his funeral. He was like a brother." He put his head down for a second until his pager beeped.

"Oh! I gotta run. Give my best to your mother and sister. I'll see you around, Hunter!", he said as he waved and left.

I smiled and waved at him as he left. The boys were snooping around the library and I saw her. She was in the romance section. Of course she would be.

I sneaked to the other side across from her to the other shelf. She must've seen me since as soon as I had my eye on Lord of Scoundrels, she immediately turned around and browsed another section.

Aw come on baby. You can't resist me.

I finally caught up to her. "Pride and Prejudice? Jane Eyre?", I asked with an eyebrow raised.

"What?", she asked with an annoyed face. "Which would you like?", I asked holding both of then in the air. "Choose," I demanded.

"Already read them and they're overrated."

I made a sad face and placed them back in a random spot to chase after her. "So uh...what do you like to read?"

She turned around and looked at me up and down. Then she turned back around. Only to be cornered by Chris. "Nothing that would interest you," she said as she turned away from us but then bumped into Ace and Chase.

"Oh?", I asked smirking. "How would you know?" She turned around again and was cornered by Michael. All five of us rallied around her. Entrapped the poor little doe was.

She smirked and reached for a book just under my arm and slammed it on my chest, "Doctor Zhivago is perfect for you," she said as she slid right out from under us.

"You really like to play hard to get huh?" I said as I blocked the door with my tattoos showing as I extended my arm. "No, I'm just not interested in being taken," she said as she swatted my arm away and gracefully dodged my blockade at the front door of which she exited.

And when I went after her, the door shoved into my face. I kissed my teeth and licked my lips as I could smell the little whiff of perfume that her body had left behind when she left me. "What a doll," I whispered.

"AHA! Casanova just got rejected!" Chris teased as he patted my back and wrapped his arm around my shoulder. "Come on, man," Chris scoffed. "She's a goodie goodie with brains as big as boobs. You can't trust women like that. It has to be a one way street. And I'm not talking about having a bigger piece of a meat up North," he said laughing. "Shut up. Don't talk about her like that!", I snapped.

Chris gently stopped his chuckling and said, "Ehh, dude she's not all that. I mean look at her," he said with an open palm pointing her out. "She's magnificent," I thought to myself as I saw her go on her tippy toes to staple a band recruiter flyer on the bulletin board. Her butt was so cute up in the air. He could almost just run to her and pick her up by her slim waist to help her in her stapling journey up and down the halls.

"Wake up, Hunt!" Chris yelled as I broke from my lustful daydream. "She's a band geek who's a teacher's pet and a virgin. She's not like us. Forget her, man." But I didn't listen to Chris. I continued to stare at her as if I were analyzing her. She let her hair down from her tight ponytail and her hazelnut locks fell down to her shoulders ever so poised. They were slightly curly. And very luscious and thick and healthy, much like her whole body. Plentiful. Fruitful. Full of life.