My Little Monster

Chapter Two- Maybe You're Not So Bad And Maybe I'm Insane

My wattpad is acting wonky so instead of a proper dedication. I'll do it the ratchet way. I'm dedicating this chapter to KylieBaudinette for being super cool and rad.

"Thank you again," I said as he sat down in front of me, "But you don't have to sit with me if you don't want me to."

"Don't worry. I want to," Hunter said.

"What about your buddies?" I asked.

"They'll be fine. Less about me. What about you?" Hunter asked.

"Me? That's a very short story. What you see is what I am," I answered simply before eating a fry.

"I'm sure you're more interesting than you're implying," Hunter said.

"Don't waste your luck. I'm a total nerd. Actually the Queen Of Nerds since my father is Principal Steele. Yep, my father sent me here to talk to you. He thought I could get through to you. Which I hopefully did. I have no friends. Except for my phone. Justin Timberlake is pretty cool. And I like fries," I said.

"See. You're interesting," Hunter replied.

"Cut the crap. I mean, look at me," I say with an eye roll.

"I am," Hunter said with a grin.

I blush and hide my face in my hair.

Deciding to avoid the subject of me, I think of a clever thing to say. And the next thing that comes out of my mouth is anything but clever.

"What made you bad?" I asked.

Hunter gives me an amused smirk before saying, "If I told you, I'd be giving away my secret. Wouldn't I?"

"I guess so. Maybe...you're not so bad," I said with a shrug.

"You're the first person that's said that. Most people have told me I'm heartless and that's what makes me intimidating to most people. Do I intimidate you?" Hunter asked.

Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.

"Uh...not really," I answered with fake easiness.

Hunter narrowed his eyes at me and I felt like I was shrinking into the size of a shrimp under his gaze.

He then took a bite of his burger and stole a fry from me.

"Hey!" I complained.

"I bought it. I get one," Hunter said.

I narrowed my eyes before reaching over and taking a bite of his burger.

"Not bad. I hate ketchup, though," I said.

"Too bad," Hunter said in a mocking tone before giving me a smile.

Looking around, I saw the clock and gasped.

It was 6:00. I had to be home by 6:25. I know. I know. My dad has a very strict curfew.

"As much as I love this conversation, I've got to go home. My curfew is 6:25," I replied.

"You have a curfew?" Hunter asked before bursting into a fit of laughter.

"It's not funny. Goodbye," I said before getting up and fast walking away.

I could hear him follow up behind me and I didn't care. Everyone seems to be making fun of me no matter what.

"Wait up!" Hunter said as we were outside.

I whirled around and was now face to face with Hunter.

"I'm sorry. Alright? I've just never heard of anyone having a curfew at 6:25. You have to admit it's pretty outrageous," Hunter said.

"I know but I get made fun of enough as it is. I didn't need anymore," I said.

"Who makes fun of you?" Hunter asked.

"Its no one important. I'm going back home," I answered.

"Let me drop you," Hunter offered.

"Thanks but I brought my bicycle," I said.

"Bicycle? I'm definitely taking you home. Put your bike in the trunk and I'll take you. C'mon," Hunter said again.

He's such a pest.

"Ok. Ok. Let's go," I said, giving up.

Hunter opened the trunk and I put my bicycle in. He had a huge monstrous truck. Not the usual car of choice for a bad boy. But, hey, who's judging?

I climbed into the passenger's seat and he closed the door behind me before climbing in the driver's side.

"Cool car. I could never picture a guy like you in it though," I said.

"Well, then picture me now. I love her so much. She's my pride and joy," Hunter said, wiping off a fake tear.

I scoff as he turns the car on and we begin to move.

"When you exit here, make a left and go straight. At the second stoplight, make a right before going onto Winston Street. There you make a right and go straight down. My house is all the way at the end on your right," I instructed.

"Sounds easy-peasy," Hunter muttered but it was loud enough so I could hear.

"You do have a license, right?" I asked just out of curiosity.

Hunter smiled, not saying a word.

"Of course," I say, looking out the window.

"Are you this hard on people or do I bring it out in you?" Hunter asked.

"I don't know. I've never really had friends. And the only person I've ever been hard on is myself, I guess," I said, shocked to find myself pouring my whole heart out to him.

"I feel ya. I feel ya. Trying to please your dad, right?" Hunter asked.

I nodded while biting my lip. We were at the stoplight when Hunter turned to look at me and I thought he was looking at my lips.

"Uh, the light's green," I said.

Hunter turned back around and nodded.

"Can you answer me one question?" I asked.

"Yeah," Hunter answered.

"Why did you think I was meeting you just to, like, have sex with you?" I asked.

"Let's just say...you don't always have to know the person you're doing it with. Girls come and go so it doesn't matter anymore. But you're cool. Different, definitely," Hunter said.

"Oh. Ok," I said with a nod.

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"We're here," I said.

"Cool. I'll see you tomorrow, I guess," Hunter replied.

It sounded almost like he didn't want me to go. Maybe I was going insane.

"How about you pick me up tomorrow morning? Just so I know you're definitely going," I suggested.

"Yeah," Hunter agreed, "Cool. By the way, you never told me your name."

"Lizbeth. I already know your name," I said before opening the door.

Closing it behind me, I wave and he waves back. Smiling, I turn around and walk to my house.

I feel eyes on me the whole time as I walk inside.