(AN) I am so pissed. I wrote this chapter, and then it all disappeared. I'm annoyed -.- But i'll write it again ^.^ cause i'm awesome!(: hehe, thanks to everyone who helps make this story more popular >.< ooooh! If I don't upload tomorrow, it's because I'll most likely be too hungover to move off my couch...I'm going to be having a very "alcahol" involved night!:D
And I hope you all have an amazing night as well!(:
Right, so as always my lovely's, 50 votes until the next update but bring on the over 100 pleeeease<333333!
Alex Mckee as Hunter?;) sexy sexy sexy!^.^
Anyways, here's the chapter my lovely lovely's!
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*Kat's Pov ( 1 Week Later )*
"I'm dating a model!"
"Shut up, Kat."
"But I'm dating a model!"
"Go away."
"How can I? We're in a car. Driving to a studio so that you can be a model!"
"Shut up!"
"But you're a model!"
"No I'm not!"
"So why is Chris driving you to a modelling studio where you're going to model?"
"Because you talked me into it."
"Because I knew you wanted to do it."
Hunter didn't reply, and he eventually looked down defeated. I giggled at his cuteness and then reached forward to grab his hands. He slipped his fingers through mine and rested his head back against the window.
"Promise me that you'll have fun and that whatever money you get you'll use it to buy me something nice?" I asked, looking up at Hunter with puppy dog eyes.
He rolled his. "Sure."
"And also promise me that you'll stop swearing in school? You've already got 3 detentions. Why can't you just say fudge or sugar?"
"Because I wanna say shit and fuck." He shrugged, giving me that playful smirk he always shot me.
"Language..." Chris muttered from the front seat.
I was starting to think that he'd maybe given up on trying to get Hunter to stop swearing. They'd had a little heart to heart about it a few days ago and Hunter had explained why he couldn't stop. Because to him, it was just normal. It had been his language for 13 years and it was going to take time for it to stop being such a natural thing to him.
We parked the car near a big building which I assumed was the studio and then I mentally groaned, resting my head on Hunter's shoulder.
"It's a shame we can't come in with you." I sighed. "I wanted to see you pose."
"I don't pose.." he mumbled.
"Didn't the photo that got you this job include posing?" I raised an eye-brow.
Chris chuckled and Hunter looked down...defeated.
*Hunter's Pov*
No one is looking at you. No one is looking at you. No one is - shut up, Hunter. Everyone is looking at you. Everyone.
I was walking down the hallway in the photography studio with the director, Claire. Claire was actually really nice. She was quite young, about 25, and she had short dyed, red hair. She seemed like a really creative person with original eyeliner designs and homemade bracelets on her arms.
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Love Like A Delinquent
Teen Fiction3 years ago, my Step Dad adopted a son. His name was Hunter. For 13 years of his life, Hunter was neglected and abused by his parents. Beaten and raped, Hunter knew nothing good of the world. His Father eventually became a socio-path and shot the Mo...
