My Bad Boy Best Friend

Chapter 27: Frogs and Sourdough

Hunter had the displeasure of spending the rest of the day with me. I couldn't go home and he had fought with Mae so he was running low on human interaction options, just as I was. Hunter knew Nick Lovestone for very different reasons than I did. Which, worked out on this particular occasion. Nick and Hunter worked out together after class sometimes and Nick cancelled last minute. So Hunter was stuck with me.

Normally, I'd have said no. But today was different. It was time to make bad decisions, isn't that what Badboy had said?

He said, it was time to take risks and bask in them. We were in my car, parked in a shady back alley ten minutes from school. Hunter said we'd be fine out here and I chose to believe him. I don't know what we were doing. Hunter pulled out a bag of chips and said he'd share if I agreed to stop crying.

"Hunter?"

I waited for him to make any kind of sound that indicated that he was there and eventually it did come, in the form of him crunching chips between his teeth.

"Do you think I'm attractive?" I asked.

"Not my type, Lex."

"But would you fuck me?"

"If you were a hot stranger, I would. But I do know you and I know you're not my type so no, I wouldn't."

"Have you thought about this before?"

"What? You? No, I just--I knew I couldn't think of you like that, you're Tytan's girl. Besides, you're terrifying. If a time traveler came up to me and said that I had been murdered in the future, I'd know it was you."

"You don't mean that," I said, softly.

He looked over at me, "no, you wouldn't, I'm sorry, that was mean." Then he leaned in and kissed my forehead, "I'm sorry."

I could feel tears stinging the corners of my eyes again.

"No, don't cry, please," he wiped my tears with his rough thumbs.

"Your hands aren't soft," I said, taking his hands in mine. They were calloused and looked so different from Tytan's?

"How?" I furrowed my eyebrows and looked at him.

"I do the dishes a lot."

"No, come on, tell me!"

He just shrugged and I couldn't help it. He looked so sweet? So much like a child? But also, grown up?

"Did you know my socks aren't the same colour?" He raised his jeans just the slightest bit to show off his mismatched socks. One had tiny strawberries all over it. And the other one was a plain solid yellow sock.

"They're cute."

"Yeah, I like the way they look."

"Mine don't match either." I said, showing him my one grey and one black and white striped socks.

"Yours do match though. They look like they belong together."

"Yeah...yeah, I was hoping they would."

"Lex, do you ever worry about things that are far away?" I wasn't sure what he meant but I guess he didn't need me to fully understand.

"Yeah," I said, because that's what he needed me to say.

"Like...what happens after this? After two years, maybe five? I don't know, what if I'm not the person I'm supposed to be. What if I just can't figure this out? I don't know. I don't even know who I want to be."

"I thought you meant space." I confessed.

"It's just, I don't know how I'll turn out. In the future, you know?" He didn't seem to hear me.