The Troubled Boy IV
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“I’m just here to see someone. I don’t intend to socialize and be mad like everyone else right now.” I let out a snort. The kid suddenly replied fearlessly which left an awfully bad mark on Hunter’s face. Maybe I should sit this one out and see how this goes – for fun.
“Did you just talk back at me?”
“No. I was just replying so you won’t feel ignored.”
The crowd jeered at this exchange.
“Would you rather I ignore you?”
I flashed a crooked smile in amusement as I watched from a distance. Hunter looked away, gritting his teeth. The kid certainly knew how to reply and piss someone off with just his words. Nice.
The crowd jeered at his comment making Hunter more pissed. If there was something Hunter hated the most, it was when other guys stood up to him in public. Mark was screwed for sure, but I liked how he stood up for himself. It shows a lot that he was a mad of his own morals and justice. He wasn’t even defeating f*****g Hunter with a fist fight like the latter normally does. So that’s even better of a loss.
“Are you really starting a fight with me kid?”
Shit, Hunter’s mad, f*****g mad.
“Do you f*****g know who you’re trying to mess with here?!” Hunter shouted hysterically, aggressively throwing the bottle he was holding. “Okay. You want to fight then huh? You want to fight?” He challenged and began talking his jacket off. “Fine! I’ll make sure everyone in school finds out how much of a f*****g i***t you are for trying to put yourself in a position like this!”
I wonder when the right time I could butt in was.
“I’m not trying to fight you. I was simply conversing with you. Now, it’s not my problem anymore if you took it that way.” The kid shrugged confidently. He was always fearless with everyone, including me.
How interesting, this is.
Hunter looked so f*****g embarrassed, I almost wanted to laugh at loud, and clap and cheer with the crowd. He started cracking his knuckles like he was about to have a boxing match with Mark. “You do not talk to me like that, prick.” He did not look confident at all. If anything, he only sounded pathetic. His comebacks were just not as strong as seagull’s.
“Why are you doing this? Why are you craving so much for attention just so everyone would cheer for you like it’s something to be proud of?”
Damn, this kid really knew how to piss people off without trying. I was more grateful he wasn’t annoying me right now. I had no idea it was funner to watch someone get picked on. Especially if it’s f*****g Hunter.
“You people are nothing but pathetic losers who just wants attention.”
The crowd jeered even louder, and my smirk grew wider.
This is getting fun. Since when did this kid stood up for himself during parties? The last time I saw him, Walter was about to make him s**t his pants and now here he was, humiliating f*****g Hunter, for the love of f*****g God, in front of all these people when this was supposed to be a comeback party for the douchebag. I crossed my arms, raising my brows in delight, as I walked towards the kid.
“You’re really doing this, huh? You sick son of a b—”
Just enough time to stop Hunter’s fist from crashing into Mark’s face. “You always resort to punching when you know you’re losing, Hunter.” I smirked at him, gripping on his fist tight. He looked like he didn’t expect me here – meddling with this kid’s business for that matter.
“Forest?”
That’s me.
“What the f**k are you— ARGH!”
I squeezed his fist in full power before twisting it to the other side making sure it gets to him real bad. “I do,” I glared at him with a wider smirk. “And with this I say, welcome back from f*****g rehab, Hunter.” At that, I bent to the side, kneeing his abdomen with full force, letting him stumble to the side as I waited for what he does next. Knowing Hunter, he’d never finish a fight without feeling victorious and satisfied.
Hunter stood up and looked at me, with an amused smile. “Well, well. If it isn’t Forest Laken Young.” s**t. I forgot Hunter knew my full name, now everyone in this room will know that including Mark. f**k. “You must be happy you got away with it, huh?”
My smile faded into a tight jaw. I blew a strand of hair off my face as I rolled my eyes to divert my attention elsewhere. He knew how to play my game well. If Han was worse, Hunter was worst. He knew making fun of my past would be my downfall but I didn’t want a downfall right now. I was too entertained with the scenarios before I came into the picture.
“I must say, for someone who hasn’t been living stably for years, you’re pretty fine looking.” He said as he checked me out, head to feet.
I ran my tongue over my teeth and followed his traces with my eyes. When his finger made contact with my skin, I was furious. He was making fun of me because that’s the only thing he was good at doing. “And for someone who just got out of f*****g rehab, after eight long months, you sure have the balls to keep doing what f****d you up.”
“Still as feisty as before, I see.” He gently tucked a strand of my hair to the back of my ear before I could shove him away for whatever he was doing to me, right now. I wasn’t one of his dolls. I wasn’t going to let him treat me like one.
“Well people don’t change.” I glared back at him. “So why don’t you f**k off and cry back to your momma?”
Hunter sarcastically laughed out loud. “You know I only make girls cry in bed.”
“And everyone knows it’s the only thing you’re best at.” I took a step away and turned back around the moment I realized something. “Oh and Hunter, your pants are wet. I guess I can’t really blame you for pissing yourself after being stood up by someone in front of a crowd.”
The crowd made a teasing cheer.
“Welcome back, dickhead.”
It wasn’t hard to walk out given the crowd was making the path for me. I felt like a queen and it doesn’t feel good – embarrassing Hunter does, though. That’s more satisfying than being treated like royalty.
“Four, wait!”
I stopped, gulping. I didn’t want to turn because I didn’t want to f*****g see this kid’s face and be reminded that I just f*****g saved his ass again for the second time. I’m giving him more reasons to annoy the hell out of me. I should be distancing myself away from him as much as I could, but I couldn’t. He was like magnet.
“The least you can do to someone who’s talking to you is to face them, no?”
“What do you f*****g want?” I asked but still, I don’t turn to him because I don’t give a s**t about what he was about to say anyway. I just wanted to grab another beer and call this a night. I don’t even wanna remember that f*****g Hunter was back to be up on everyone’s grill.
“Thank you,”
I waited.
“For saving me. Not just today but every time I get, well, caught by a bully during a par—”
“Stop assuming that everything I do is for you.” I turned my head a little from the side to see him from my peripheral view. “Not everything I do is about you.” He doesn’t say anything after I spoke. “Sometimes I do things you wish you never saw.” I paused. “That you’d rather watch someone get murdered in front of your eyes.”
“What’s worse than a murder?”
“Me.” I said with a dead serious tone. I heard him chuckle which made me turn my head back with a small wheeze.
“I’m ready to take that risk then.” He suddenly replied. “I’ll watch brutal murder, thriller movies, so I don’t have to be surprised when that actually happens. Or torture killing movies and documentaries.”
I sneered in amusement. Hilarious. “Do as you please.”
“That guy back there…”
“Hunter.” I corrected. “The d**k’s name is Hunter.”
“Hunter, yes.” He stammered. I guess he was scared after all. He was just making a façade so he wouldn’t embarrass himself. “You two seem, well, close?”
I wheezed. “He’s anything but close to me.”
“Oh.”
“For someone who’s drug free, you’re pretty insane for thinking of provoking someone like Hunter.” I sighed, shaking my head at the memory of him spatting back at him like he was just some normal guy in a university. “I don’t do it for you, okay?” I admittedly said. “I do it for fun.”
- Writer
