Maybe?

Chapter 4

     I open my eyes to find Hunter staring over me. I scream and try to scoot away but he covers me mouth and I realize he isn't trying to kill me because he starts laughing. I glare at him until he stops laughing and he takes his hand back.

"You need friends." He says in such a monotone voice he might as we'll be a news anchor.

"What's that's supposed to mean?? I have friends." I cross my arms over my chest as hesitate on the edge of my bed.

"I didn't say you didn't have friends, because you do, but I mean you need friends. You don't talk to your other friends and you are pretty lonely most of the time." He pushes his eyebrows together in sympathy and I sigh.

"I guess your right. But, you know me. I'm not going to just walk out of the house and start saying hello to people." I place my hands on my hips and wait for his reply.

"Yes, I know that. I'm still thinking." He stands there for a minute, staring at the ground and I realize he will be standing there for a while so I turn to the kitchen to make some breakfast. I open the cabinet to look for some cereal. I find a froot loops box and shake it to find it's completely empty.

    I turn around to throw it away and I look at Hunter for a second, almost the second I look at his eyes they light up in surprise. I groan and he turns toward me, smiling the biggest I've seen him in a while.

"I'm taking you to a party!" He claps his hands together repeatedly as I glare at him. I don't do parties. I lose things because I can't keep track of anything, I feel cramped, Perry always has to remind me that the food and drinks are most likely poisoned so I starve the rest of the night, the list goes on.

"I don't do parties." I state as I throw away the empty box and he sighs like a little kid and flings his arms dramatically down to his sides. I giggle and return to my search for food.

"It will be at Rebecca Blue's house, I know you like her." I sigh because I know he's right. Me and Rebecca were inseperable 3rd through 5th grade. Coincidentally those were the years I was bullied by another girl, of which we both pretended to be friends with. But once we got into middle school, we grew apart. We didn't fight or anything, we just kinda lost interest in eachother.

    But Hunter on the other hand was completely correct. We weren't on bad terms, she would gladly accept me into her home and I didn't have to worry about too much drama. I honestly had to give in.

"Fine, under one condition." I glare at him from across the room. I had found some cinnamon toast crunch at the bottom of the pantry and was sitting at the table, him in the doorway of the kitchen.

"Anything, as long as you stay there for at least 2 hours." He smirks as I roll my eyes.

"You need to stay by my side at all times. I really don't want anything bad to happen and you are really the only person I can trust enough." He breaks out into an almost fitly smile as he sqeals.

"Awwwwhhh, you trust me!!!! Imma be your body guard." He puffs his chest out and stiffens his arms at his sides to resemble a bouncer. I laugh and return to my cereal.

"Well, I just though I'd let you know, we leave at 10 tonight." He turns on his heel and darts up the stairs but not before he hears my dramatic groan and laughs loudly in response.

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    I turn back and forth infront of my mirror, trying to decide if i want to wear this dress to the party. I decided on a black skater dress with large roses printed repeatedly all over, black kind of see through leggings and brown combat boots. I burled my hair and put it in my usual half-up half-down look.

    I sigh as I drag myself into our bathroom to put on makeup. I honestly don't like wearing makeup but I can't go without it. It's like going to school without pants is what wearing no makeup in public feels to me.

"You look great, stop worrying." Hunter says from my doorway, I'm not surprised he was watching me but I did jump a little. I look over at him and he is leaning against the door frame, looking casual as ever wearing a plain gray t-shirt and dark wash skinny jeans. He catches me staring and chuckles as he pushes himself off the door frame and leaves. I sigh to myself, taking one last look in the mirror to brace myself for the night to come.