My Dream Girl

The Worst Dream Yet

CHAPTER 1

HUNTER'S POV

I shoot up from my warm silk bed holding my chest were the bullet was meant to be. I looked around the room to see I'm at my holiday home. The headboard of my bed was pushed up against the wall with a large window just above the bed that was covered with a midnight black curtains. Three of my walls are a dark blue but the wall with my dark blue door on it had a few quotes and spray painted animals like a lion ripping though the wall and a wolf howling at the moon. I also had a picture of a super hot woman who basically naked on the back of my door that's hidden behind my jackets so my mum doesn't see it or I'm dead for sure on the other hand my dad wouldn't care at all he would mostly just watch it with a smile. Haha that's my dad for you.

I had a walk in wardrobe and a large connected bathroom with a big spa like bath, shower, sink with a mirror and a toilet. I could easily have a small party in there. I had a desk that was a light brown oak with my laptop sitting waiting for me to write the next page of the girl in my dream.

My breath came out as short pants. I was also covered from head to toe with sweat from another nightmare, the worst one yet. She's always in my dreams just hiding behind walls, in the shadows, windows and even in crowds. She haunts my dreams just being there but this one was different she spoke to me asking for something I may not be about to do. She isn't real, she simply isn't real I said to myself. Or is she that's the one question that will forever stay in my mind. I was trying so hard to find out why I'm having dream about only this girl what's so special about her.

Rubbing the sweat from my forehead. I headed towards my wardrobe to find something to wear to collage yes collage maybe I should tell you a little bit about me hey.

My name is hunter and I'm 19. I have bright grass green eyes I work out so I have a body to die for and I have an amazing 6 pack under my shirt. I'm a collage student and proud to say I'm smart but I may have a reputation of being a bad boy and being the collages best player that all the girls swoon over but hey what can I say I'm hot.

After picking up a pair of boot legged jeans and a white wife beater shirt and my famous black leather jacket. I then took a long warm shower.

After getting dress I walked to the front door not before picking up my keys to my sexy baby belle my black and blood red ninja.

( AN that's an motorbike if anyone was confused on what it is )

" Hey man where are you heading off to without me " I heard from behind me. Turning around I see Blake, my best man and no I'm not getting married I just call him that I also call him, wingman, best friend, dick head fucking stupid prick but he doesn't know I call him that so shhh. He was leaning up against the door frame of the kitchen in only a pair of boxers.

Blake's like me, he's works out and loves the play with girls hearts but unlike me. He sleeps with them. He has black hair and brown eyes he's shorter then me only stand at 6:1 when I'm at 6:4 .

" I have collage idiot you should know that but I won't be home until 5 so dinners on you mate and put something on god I don't want to see that little package of yours bye " I laugh while running away from a not so smiley Blake.

I start my bike and plugged my ear phones in that are made for motorbike helmets. I started to drive off the curve when at the corner of my eye I see a mad looking Blake running out the house yelling out to me about pay back or something along that line anyway.