Chapter 3

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Chapter 3            *Hunter’s POV*

“What are you staring at?” Mitch asks me, breaking me out of my thoughts.

My face went instantly red at being caught staring at Cameron. To make things worse, my thoughts weren’t the most innocent. I can’t believe this.

“Nothing.” I tell him.

He grins. “Sure.” He says dragging the word out.

I scowl at him. “Just drop it.” I say, wiping the car in front of me with a sponge.

I don’t know what was wrong with me. I must be deprived of sex. Yeah, that’s it. I'm horny. That was the only thing my brain could come up with, though. I didn’t need these thoughts in my head. I don’t have a problem with gays, but it’s not like I wanted those thoughts.

Oh I saw how he bent over the car, and to be honest, I was a little turned on. I couldn’t help it. I'm horny, that’s why I'm thinking about it.

Freddie came up to us, grinning. “That little guy, Sam, over there is so fine.” he tells us, dropping some sponges into the box next to us.

I look over and see a short guy scowling at his friends. I whistle. “You could eat him for breakfast.” I exaggerated.

He rolls his eyes. “And get this, I saw him grinding on that Cameron guy the other night. So he must be gay!” he says, excitedly might I add.

Paul laughs, walking up. “Yeah, and then he got some from Melinda. Sorry, I think he’s straight.” He says to Freddie.

Freddie’s smile drops for a second before coming back. “Maybe he’s bi!” he says.

Paul shakes his head. “He only does so fan girls will get with him. You’ve seen how short he is, he won’t get as many girls as us big guys. No offense to his height.” He says.

Freddie scowled. “Oh shut up.” He grumbled before walking away.

We laugh at him as he scowls at the car as he washes it. Poor Freddie.


“Good game!” some freshman girl yells at me as I walk to my last class of the day.

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