Nameless // h.s. au

Chapter Ten

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Chapter Ten

*Hunter*

His beady eyes scan the piece in almost insecurity as he taps his dress shoe and tugs on his tweedy jacket. The wire glasses slipping dangerously close to the end of his nose. You'd think he was a fat guy with a pot belly and big ego but no. His stupid tweed jacket doesn't fit right and hangs off his frame. He-

"Watcha doing?" Liam asks sitting next to me on the floor I groan before facing ahead of me, not looking in the purposefully pestering brunette's direction.

"Writing." I say simply, rolling the pencil in my hand between my fingers as the point becomes a nub on the end of a rundown stick of yellow wood, nothing of use.

"About...?" His voice drags as he flits his brown lashes at me.

"Do you need something Liam?" I close the cover of my notebook before looking towards the smiling boy beside me. Such a bright smile. Next to me he must look like an angel, come to converse with Satan...and my satanic circle of books around me.

"You need to stop staring at people it's creepy."

"The only way you would know that I was staring is if you were staring..." I point out, grinning widely.

"Yeah but-,"

"But-," I emphasize, "My friend is quite creepy and we don't want to be creepy now do we?"

"Just keeping an eye on you."

"Well don't- we have an agreement. You turn a blind eye to my seating arrangement and I..."

"What do you do Hunter?" Liam muses, "I mean I strain myself to keep from tossing you out of here and you give me nothing..."

"Shush." I laugh shaking my head, "And by the way I was not staring I was observing and trust me this is probably the most female attention that guy has gotten in the last year." I snort cruelly, feeling a bit bad as I scan the poor guy.

"Such a meanie." Liam tutts.

"I know, I'm horrible." A groan rolls through me, "Just not having a top notch day."

"Oh? And why's that?"

"My boss was drunk and on the subway- I couldn't just leave him there could I? But I shouldn't have brought him home with me...," I ramble before remembering that I'm actually speaking to a human being and not my subconscious, "Sorry." An awkward cough leaves my lips.

"I thought you hated your boss."

"I do."

"But you brought him home with you..."

"I couldn't leave him like that. He could barely stand..."

"Then you did the right thing." Liam smiles reassuringly, "How did he take it this morning."

"Woke up not remembering anything. It hurt and I don't know why... I guess it's just because I thought things would be easier now." Or green eyes were replacing brown..., "I was wrong though..."

"Well you don't know yet... I'm mean it was early he was probably hung over... just don't jump to conclusions alright?" His brown eyes, that aren't like...his... but look more like mud widen as he raises his eye brows, "Alright?" He presses.