Hunter
I feel like strangling myself. We have been on the road for 2 hours, 10 minutes and 50 seconds.
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Make that 51 seconds and it's been the worst 2 hours of my life. One, I was in too much of a hurry to grab breakfast this morning, two, I dropped my phone and now the screen is cracked. Three, Taylor, the girl I've hooked up with a couple of time almost talked my ear off by telling me about the – in her own words "totes adore shoes"— she bought yesterday and how she can't wait to see me again cos it's been too long.
She saw me yesterday!
She doesn't seem to know the meaning of 'it's just sex'.
Even though that makes me sound like a jerk, we were both clear about what we wanted in the beginning but now, I don't think it's the same for her anymore
And the worst thing about this morning, my best bud, Dean, hasn't stopped singing
if it can actually be called singing, it's more like screeching, he's completely tone deaf
along to the songs being played on the radio since we've set out on this journey. I can't wait to get to our destination, which is the airport.
That brings me back to the matter at hand, I truly fucking hate our biology teacher Mr. Fiddles, who decided that traveling all the way to the wilderness, will sharpen our knowledge of how nature works.
Camping? Seriously?
It would have been fun if we were going there for relaxation, but according to Mr. Fiddles, it's a project. It doesn't mean people took him seriously though..........
"Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies, I'll tell you my sins...." Dean howls. God, his voice is terrible.
"Dude shut up, I might develop a brain tumor if you continue ..... Whatever it is you're doing, i'm pretty sure it's definitely not singing" I growl.
"Nah, you're just jealous that you're not as talented as I am. Don't worry, when I become a rock star, I'll take pity on you and give your sorry ass my left over groupies".
I snort "Yeah, I really can't wait. Now in the mean time, do my sorry ass a favor and shut the hell up".
"Geez, I wonder how I ended up being friends with someone who doesn't appreciate pure talent" he mutters under his breath.
"I heard that" I tell him.
"You were meant to" he replies.
I concentrate on driving again when Dean pipes up.
"Hey, what are you gonna do about Daisy, you do remember that you were paired up for this project right?"
My mood darkens again at the mention of Daisy. Hearing her name, one would think that she would be all sunshine and rainbows but I've never met anyone that catty in my entire life. And the thing I don't understand is why she's only bitchy to me. She's nice to everybody and She looks at Dean like he hung the moon but the guy is oblivious to anything other than party, girls and food.
We were assigned partners for this camp or whatever it is, to work together on our observations and make an interesting report. 60% of our grade depends on this report. All my friends are aware of her problem with me hence Dean's concern.
"I'll be alright" I tell him. God, I really hope she doesn't claw my eyes out or anything "I mean what's the worst that can happen".
Dean replies "if you say so".
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Daisy
Where the hell is that jerk? Not that I care but I can't turn in my ticket to Mr. Fiddles without my partner.
I snort, Fiddles, what kind of name is that?
I am not really surprised that Hunter showed up late, in fact, I wish he gets left behind but that's not possible because of three reasons.
1. His dad is one of the partners of the school.
2. His family owns this airport
3. Both the students and teachers of Gale high school adore him and his troop of friends because they are all rich as hell.
It's not that all other students are poor or anything, after all, Gale high school is for the prestigious; we're all heirs or heiresses to something. Some are just superior to others. I look around the private section of the airport where we were currently waiting.
As if summoned by my thoughts, three sport cars show up and park in the space that was reserved specially for them. I guess they felt they were all too good compared to all the other students to consider riding with everyone in the bus like the school recommended. Hunter's friends climb out and start approaching the airport's entrance while hollering greetings and playful insults to their teammates.
As if in a chick flick in which the heroes come out of the car in slow motion and then proceed to wave their hair and laugh, Hunter and Dean exits the last car and just like that, they have everyone's attention. I hear a few girls giggling beside me and I feel like smacking sense into them. Are you blind? Hunter is a freaking asshole!
Okay, I won't lie, while Dean is really good looking; Hunter's attractiveness beats Dean's by a long shot. With his chiseled jaw, His blond hair and hazel eyes and his ripped but not overly muscular body, he is every girl's dream.
But the thing about him that annoys me is that he is the most arrogant playboy I've ever seen. He knows he's attractive and he isn't afraid to use it against girls. For me, that kills all his good—looks.
Dean on the other hand is the guy I've been crushing on since junior year, I know he also messes around with girls but he's the most laid back guy I've ever seen. I'm broken out of my train of thought as I focus on the approaching figures of Hunter and Dean.
