by Paula O'Hara
"What the hell?" I grumbled, shooting a glare at the person in the darkness.
Even in the darkness and coming down from my drunken state, I was positive it was Hunter. It had to be.
"Shit, sorry," he chuckled, the light from his phone screen now lighting the both our face and front a bit, "you good, Wills?"
"I'm fine," I cleared my throat, looking up at him, "what are you doing here?"
He chuckled a bit, glancing away, "I came to get you a glass of water."
My smile widened and I aww-ed, "seriously?"
"You seemed really fucking drunk," he told me after giving me a simple nod, his voice slightly raspy, "water's good."
"Tastes weird," I shrugged and amusement shone in his eyes. Just then I realised he was shirtless.
"Are those really hickeys?" Hunter nodded down at the purple marks on my neck.
I brought my hand up to run a finger over the sensitive area gently.
"Yeah," I let out a small laugh, "I probably made out with some guy. I was too drunk to remember."
He gave me a simple nod, "you made out with someone but you don't remember it?"
"If you're seriously judging me about that, remember that you're a guy who used a girl to cover up something illegal," I raised my brows at him, half joking.
"You're still mad about that?" He sighed, sending me a small look.
I scoffed quietly, crossing my arms over my chest, "well it's not the greatest thing to have happened to me."
"But you know I also wanted to spend time with you, Willow. I seriously didn't mean to be rude," he told me sincerely.
I looked away, nodding slowly; kind of dismissing the subject.
"Why did you come down here, then?" Hunter then asked, almost unnoticeably inching closer to me.
My body started tingling, really needing a his touch.
"I was thirsty," I spoke quietly, watching his eyes studying my face in the dim lighting from his phone.
I blinked slowly before placing my hand on his chest, taking him slightly by surprise.
Hunter reached a hand behind him, and pulled out a glass filled halfway with water. He handed it to me awkwardly and told me I needed to drink it.
Knowing he would never roofie me or anything, I drank the water while keeping my eyes strictly on his.
Just as the water was about to finish, I 'by accident' spilt some on my chest, wetting the material of the flimsy white tee shirt I had on as well as making it see-through.
Oldest trick in the damn book, but I knew it would work.
"Oops," I grinned, not meaning it at all. A small smile formed onto Hunter's lips, knowing I was just being silly.
"Are you actually trying to seduce me like that?" He let out a small chuckle and I shrugged.
"I just spilt some water on myself, idiot," I purred, leaning closer to him until my lips could brush against his, "I should probably just take this off—" before I could even finish, the look on his face made me laugh.
"You're so funny," Hunter grinned, gripping my waist and pulling me against him to kiss me.
I immediately kissed back, and found him guiding me to walk backwards until my back was leaning against the side of the island table.
He placed his phone on the island table before his hands slid down to my bare thighs and swiftly lifted me up onto the marble counter.
I cupped his face with my hands, deepening the kiss while he murmured something out appreciatively.
Hunter's hands found their way to my lower back from where he pulled me against his clothed front, able-ing him to slowly grind himself against my core. It felt way too good.
"We're gonna fuck here? Howr risqué," I grinned and whispered against his lips, making him smile.
I let out a small breath when his lips began trailing down my jaw and neck. I brought my hands back to tangle in his hair.
"We're not fucking, babe," he told me, kissing on the opposite side from the hickeys.
I swear if he was going to say something like 'we're going to make love'... I would jump out of a window.
"What then?"
"Nothing. You're drunk," he then stopped kissing my hot skin and took a step back, no longer touching me at all.
I felt like I had just deflated. I needed to have sex with him to help with the damn ache between my legs.
I furrowed my brows at him, "what? Do you want me to recite the alphabet backwards to prove I'm not too wasted?"
Hunter chuckled, taking his phone into his hands again and checking the time, "I can't even do that sober. You should go to sleep, Willow."
I raised my brows at him, feeling so sexually frustrated.
I could call Oliver, but I doubt he was awake...
How was Hunter so chill about this anyway?Just a minute ago he had been the one who kissed me!
"I'm not drunk, Hunter," I sighed dramatically, gently rolling my eyes at him.
I did appreciate the fact that he wouldn't have sex with me drunk, but since I really wasn't that drunk anymore, I didn't know what the problem was.
"I'm fucking tired though," he gave me a tightlipped smile, "I'll find you tomorrow night, yeah?"
I was very sceptic as to why he was suddenly like this, but decided to let it go since I did feel a bit tired myself.
We said goodnight and I made my way back upstairs and into my room while Hunter stayed downstairs. I quietly got into my bed, not waking up Tessa.
Before I fell asleep, I did text Oliver about tomorrow.
To: Oliver: Can I come over tomorrow afternoon?xx
Hunter
From: Cindy: miss you baby<3
With an uncomfortable hard-on from having kissed Willow, I texted back.
To: Cindy: miss you.
Right after I sent that, she had sent another message. My heart was beating fast, but I wasn't exactly sure of the reason – it could be Willow or Cindy.
From: Cindy: can we talk on monday?<33
To: Cindy: sure.
21
I walked towards Tessa who was waiting at my locker with Cameron. Even though this was a Monday, I still felt so good since Hunter had sneaked into my room while Alex had been on the phone with Candy.
I had been so tired after our physical activities that I slept like a baby for almost 9 hours, which was crazy because usually I thrive for 6 hours.
"Good morning," I smiled widely once I arrived at next to Tessa and Cameron.
They both gave me slightly tired smiles while Tessa spoke, "who are you and what have you done to Willow?"
I gave her a grin and a wink, which made her chuckle. She definitely knew the reason for me being so well-rested.
"Are you coming to my party this weekend?" Cameron suddenly asked, smiling at me.
"Oh, sure," I told him, "just need to make sure I'm free then. It's on Friday, right?"
I returned his smile, hating myself because my crush for him still hadn't gone away even though he was pursuing Tessa.
Cameron nodded in reply, inching closer to Tessa who had taken her phone out to reply to a text.
She had told me they'd gone on a few dates, but nothing else had happened. Yet.
I was seriously just waiting for them to announce that they were together, even though I really didn't know how to feel about it.
It usually did seem like Tessa wasn't that into him, but she might just be holding back for my sake.
Suddenly, my eyes landed on Hunter across the hallway.
He was talking to Cindy and seemed to be really happy. Aw, I guess they were okay now?
Which was good since according to Alex since Hunter had been upset over their break up.
The only thing I was slightly concerned about was that if they got back together, him and I couldn't continue having absolutely mind blowing sex.
Before I could further the thought or continue the conversation with Tessa and Cameron, Oliver walked up to me.
"Hey Will," he gave me a small grin, hands landing quickly on my waist while he pulled my b
ody against his.
Least to say, I was very surprised at his sudden action - as well as confused - but with a small laugh went along with it.
"What's up?" I asked, amused when I looked up at him. We hadn't had much sex lately, because Hunter had satisfied me more than enough.
"I'm horny," his grin widened along with his whisper, causing me to laugh and raise my brows at him.
Thank God nobody around us had heard. Tessa and Cam were talking and minding their own business.
"Are you, really?" I grinned, and he nodded.
"What do you want me to do about it?" I then asked, teasingly and suggestively.
Oliver shrugged with a small smirk, "you know my car's right out front.. if you wanna skip today and come chill at mine?"
Hunter
"So..." I cleared my throat, feeling a bit awkward with Cindy having thrown so many sexual advances my way.
She was the one who broke up with me so why was she now suddenly so... I don't even know how to fucking describe it.
"We're good, right?"
"Well," she began, twirling a strand of her long hair around her finger.
The fact that I knew people were watching us, made this even more uncomfortable.
"I still don't understand why you didn't come over to mine when I asked you to."
She was referring to the time when I had been at the clubhouse and both Willow and Cindy had texted me to come over. I had no regrets whatsoever about having gone to Willow's.
I shrugged, tucking my hands into the front of my jeans, "there was shit at the clubhouse, babe. Prez needed me there."
Cindy was the only 'outsider' I had told about the club. And who Prez actually was.
She raised her brows at me, pursing her lips a bit.
"You know I hate it when you call the principal that," she let out a small giggle, and I smiled.
"How's everyone at the clubhouse, anyway? Do they miss me?" Cindy continued with a grin.
This was the Cindy I fell in love with. She was just like this in the beginning, which confused me a lot because deep down I knew she wasn't really like this - if that made sense. That's why our relationship had turned into complete shit.
"Sure, they miss you," I chuckled, watching her smile widen, "Timmy still has a hard-on every time he thinks about you."
Cindy laughed, eyes sparkling, "and do you miss me?"
Here we fucking go again. I felt like sighing dramatically, but didn't.
"As a friend, sure."
She seemed surprised at my reply.
Cindy had probably been expecting me to tell her I still loved her and wanted her back. Truth was, I didn't. It was too much drama with her.
"Just as a friend, baby? Who are you and what have you done to my daddy?"
Cindy had tried sounding seductive with that 'daddy' thing and while her voice did sound sexy, the whole sentence made me want to laugh and cringe.
For the sake of her feelings, I just gave her a smile, "you moved on, and so did I."
It's not like I really had anybody new, but having seen her parading about with at least 5 different guys since we broke up clearly portrayed the message of her having moved on.
I wasn't ready to get into any type of relationship with anyone at the moment. It just felt like too much to worry about... I loved being free.
"You think I've moved on?" She asked, inching closer while her manicured nail gently ran down my torso. A few months ago I would have been rock hard from her doing this.
I just shrugged and chuckled, "babe, let's be honest, you have. I know you don't want to get back together, cos neither do I. We don't fit together like that."
She sighed, genuinely looking a bit let down. I doubt she'd ever been rejected before; she was really sexy.
I continued, "but if you're looking for a fuck..."
I added a bit of a playful tone so she wouldn't get offended incase that's what she wasn't after.
But turns out I know her better than I thought, as something sparkled in her eyes and a smile formed onto her lips again.
"We could go back to yours for a few hours?" She suggested.
I grinned, not thinking it was a bad idea at all. It was just a quick fuck between ex's who really didn't have any feelings for each other anymore.
I now highly doubted my feelings during the relationship, as well.
Maybe I had just been infatuated with her and horny, thinking it was love? Yet I'm still positive I loved her at some points... see? This is all so confusing which is why I definitely don't want to get into anything similar again.
Cindy took my hand in hers, snapping me out of my thoughts.
She leaned in and pressed a small and meaningless kiss onto my lips, before beginning to guide me out of the school building and towards the parking lot.
I was positive people would start rumours about the two of us supposedly being back together. I almost chuckled at the stupid idea.
Once we reached outside, her going on and on about how much she missed my mum, my eyes landed on a very particular figure.
It was Willow.
She was pressed up against a car, with— wait.
Why did Oliver have her pressed up against his car with his lips on hers? My brows furrowed while I stared at them, still being guided by Cindy towards my car.
Just my luck that I had parked very close to Oliver's car, so the closer we got the more Oliver and Willow began to realise they weren't alone.
Was it weird that I was slightly pissed at him right now?
He was a friend outside of school, especially at the clubhouse, and wasn't allowed to just steal–
I shook my head to myself. I had no claim over Willow and I doubt I ever would.
She was so free spirited I doubt she ever wanted to settle down, either.
Oliver pulled back from her and turned his head around to see me unlocking my car.
Cindy got into the passenger's seat, both of them now looking our way. My eyes locked with Willow's and I gave her a small smile which she returned.
It seriously made my fucking knees weak.
"Hey, man!" Oliver called happily, waving briefly as a greeting.
"Hey Oli," I let out a small chuckle, giving him a nod.
Willow looked away from me and back towards the school. This was definitely a bump in the road.
22
From: Hunter: you look reaallyy good
I smiled down at the phone on my lap.
I didn't reply, but locked the screen of my phone and looked up at Hunter's mum who was talking about a strange case she had had a few weeks ago.
I could feel Hunter's eyes on me, especially since he was right opposite me.
My brother was next to him, trying not to fall asleep since he had been at Candy's the whole night and I doubt they'd got much sleep.
Hunter's mum was next to Alex, while I was sitting between Hunter's dad and my mum.
My dad wasn't able to come since he had some important work dinner.
I felt my phone buzz on my lap again, knowing it was Hunter who wanted attention.
A chuckle went around the table as Bree, Hunter's mum, finished the story.
She then turned her face towards mine and gave me a warm smile, "do you still want to be a lawyer, Willow?"
I shrugged, giving her a small grin.
"That was ten years ago," I reminded her, which made the sides of her eyes crinkle in amusement, "I just want to graduate. But I have no idea what I want to do for a living."
"You're still young, darling. You have plenty of time," she told me. We had already had dinner, and were now just chatting.
"What about you, Alex. Do you still want to be a ballerina?"
My grin widened while I looked over at Alex. He seemed really confused and embarrassed, while everyone else was amused.
My phone vibrated twice on my lap now, and my eyes ended up meeting with Hunter's as the conversation about our futures continued.
He gave me a small smirk and n
od, telling me to read the messages and reply.
