Taming the Bad Boy

Chapter 2

Hunter tried shaking me off but I clung on for dear life.

"Let go of me!" He bellowed.

I shook my head. Suddenly, I was flung off of him, and I went sprawling into the ground.

Ouch, my back. I cried out in pain.

"Look what you did, you bastard," Nate spat at Hunter, "I can't believe you would hurt her like that. I'm leaving now to get cleaned up. Don't you ever harm her again, you hear me?"

Hunter's eyes flashed an unknown emotion and he nodded.

Making his way over to me, I heard Hunter take a couple deep breaths.

"Why are you here?" His low husky voice made my head spin in circles.

I shrugged, picking at the grass.

"Goddammit answer me!" Hunter shouted and punched a nearby tree. The bark splintered and pieces flew everywhere.

I flinched at his sudden anger. Why was he so mad?

My anger was starting to build too, but I knew how to hold it down.

Shakily, I replied, "You haven't been at school, I was worried."

Hunter's muscles tensed at my words, and he scoffed, "You? Were worried about me? Ha. Sure you were. What do you want from me? Money? Well I'm sorry to tell you that I don't have any. Or maybe you're just looking for sex? Hm, is that what you want?"

I gasped at his bold accusations, "How dare you!"

Hunter chuckled drily. "Everybody is afraid of me, so nobody would ever talk to me just because they want to. Are you afraid of me?"

I glared at him and shook my head, "No." I boldly stated.

Hunter took a step towards me, and I crawled back until my back hit a tree. He slammed his hands next to my face and leaned in close. I could see a slight stubble on his chin, and his dark green eyes were darker than normal.

"You should be."

And with that, Hunter grabbed the wooden bench and slammed it against a tree. The bench broke in half and fell to the ground in parts and pieces.

"Now are you scared of me?"

Again, I shook my head.

Truth be told, I wasn't scared at all. I knew he wouldn't intentionally hurt me, but he would break everything in his way, just to scare me off. But I wouldn't be leaving him anytime soon. I knew he was used to people cowering in his presence, but in reality I believe he just needed a friend.

"I just want to be your friend."

Hunter growled and laid another punch on a tree. He hissed in pain as the bark cut through his skin, splattering his blood on the bark of the tree.

I gasped at the sight of blood. My stomach churned and I thought I was going to puke, but Hunter needed a friend, and I was going to be his friend.

Gently, I took his bloodied hand in my hands.

I thought Hunter would glare at me and pull away, but he was frozen, just staring at me.

I smiled nervously and got a tissue from my backpack. I lightly tapped it until it soaked up all his blood.

All that blood...

Okay Joy, right now is not the time for your wimpy fear of blood. Suck it up.

I took a quick glance at Hunter, and our eyes locked. His sea green eyes pierced my blue eyes. I could literally feel the tension between us get thicker, but nobody wanted to be the first to break the eye contact.

His cologne was intoxicating, I couldn't get enough of it. Why does he have to smell so good?

I inhaled and exhaled slowly, trying to get my heart rate to slow down.

Hunter cleared his throat and looked away, finally breaking our eye contact.

"My hand?" He asked, a bit nervously.

I smiled a little at the thought that Hunter was as nervous as I was.

I got a band aid from my backpack and put it on the deepest cut.

"I hope it doesn't scar..." I whispered and looked away, a blush creeping up my face.

I abruptly dropped his hand and moved a little bit away from him.

Almost automatically, Hunter scowled and snapped,

"Oh I forgot the whole, 'don't touch me'."

He glared the meanest glare I have ever seen in my life.

I wrapped my arms around myself and rocked back on forth.

"I don't like blood." I quietly said as I picked some bark off the tree.

Hunter didn't say anything.

He probably thinks I'm a freak now. He's probably going to wipe his bloody hands all over me just to freak me out.

"I'm... sorry."

My head snapped up in an instant. Did the notorious bad boy say he was sorry? To me?

Bewildered, I looked around to see if he was talking to someone else.

Hunter chuckled, "I'm talking to you." Almost as if he knew what I was thinking!

My face flushed red and I quickly asked, "Why are you sorry?"

He just shrugged and murmured, "I'm always covered in blood."

I chuckled nervously and stammered, "That's o-okay."

Hunter sighed, with a faraway look on his face.

I know that look. Many times when I looked in the mirror, I also saw that faraway look on a short brown haired, blue eyed girl, who was staring right back.

Suddenly, Hunter's eyes returned to normal, a mask of no emotions and he got up, dusted his jeans and left without another word.

I sat there for a couple more hours, just enjoying the bird's singing and the leaves fluttering.

I just want to be your friend...

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