Taming the Bad Boy

Chapter 2

"What is this place?" I asked quietly.

"Hunter's training room..." Nate trailed off. He looked like he wanted to say more but he cleared his throat and resumed his happy go lucky personality.

"Anyways! Looks like Hunter isn't here. My bad!" Nate chuckled and forced a smile.

"Come on, let's go to his next most visited place."

While we were in the car, I was thinking.

Why would Hunter have a training room? And why was it so spooky?

I imagined a shirtless Hunter, in all of his glory, punching the living daylights out of the bag. Sweat would be dripping down his face, his chest, his wonderful abs-

I slapped myself. Just because Hunter was attractive didn't mean I had to have a porn video of him playing in my head.

Hearing the sound of my slap, Nate just turned to look at me with a bewildered expression.

"Uh... Are you okay?"

I sheepishly nodded and resumed staring out the window of his car.

The next stop was something I would never have imagined. I was thinking maybe a sketchy ally, or a drug store, maybe an abandoned house. But no, it was a park. A public park.

I furrowed my brows in confusion and asked,

"Are you sure we're in the right place?"

Nate just smirked and dragged me along. He led me out of the public's eye and into a patch of trees.

On a wooden bench in the middle of the ring of trees, was Hunter. The sunlight was peeking through the lush green trees, shining beams on Hunter's face. He looked so peaceful and content. With the light beaming on his chiseled face, Hunter looked like a Greek god. I kid you not.

I in took a sharp breath at his beauty.

God, he was beautiful.

As if he knew I was staring, Hunter slowly opened his eyes and acknowledged me with a cold stare.

 "What is she doing here?" he spat, saying the word 'she' as if it was poisonous.

I flinched at his harsh words. He must hate me, otherwise he would never be this mean.

Nate glared at Hunter and retorted, " She's here, because she wanted to see you. So why don't you stop acting like an ass and actually try to be kind to her?"

Hunter's eyebrows furrowed and his fists clenched by his side. He stood up, his 6 foot shadow towering over us. Slowly, like a predator stalking his prey, Hunter walked over to us.

"You stay out this."

"Or what?" Nate taunted, "You're going to hit me?"

In a flash, Hunter's fist connected with Nate's face.

I gasped and covered my eyes. I heard Nate groan and fall to the ground, the leaves crunching under him.

Peeking through the gaps of my finger, I saw Hunter get on top of him and continuously smash Nate's face.

I couldn't take it anymore.

"STOP! He's your friend! It's Nate! Please!" I screamed, desperate for Hunter to hear.

But Hunter didn't listen. His eyes were ablaze with fury as he kept hitting his friend.

This was not the Hunter I knew. This was not the Hunter I liked.

I grabbed onto Hunter's arm and shook it.

"Hunter, please! Stop hitting him." I cried in worry.