The Bad Boy, The Sat Nav and Me

Chapter 14 - Stolen Stuff and Snarky Siblings

                “You also have awful aim,” he stated, looking up. I took that moment to throw the matching pillow, hitting him square in the jaw. He threw it back so hard that it nearly took my head off, forcing me backwards. I yelped when the button hit me in the nose.

                “You’re a jerk,” I hissed, sitting upwards, carefully dodging the other pillow. I half expected the sprite bottle to take flight and barrel towards me but Hunter put it in the floor and then looked at me.

                “And you started it. Spin the bottle,” he told me, sitting back and folding his arms over his chest lazily with a grin. I narrowed my eyes.

                “Don’t tell me what to do.”

                “Please enlighten me as to why you’re my girlfriend?” he asked with a small smile and I chuckled, spinning the bottle.

                “Because I have very low standards and no other option.” He smirked but said nothing until the bottle landed on me.

                “Right, your dare, then,” he stated, looking up at the ceiling as he pondered.

                “I dare you to give me a lap dance,” he said, waggling his eyebrows. I rolled my eyes, shaking my head.

                “Forfeit. Proper dare, please,” I replied, causing him to laugh and look at the door.

                “You know the guy that lives across the hall?” he asked and I nodded, remembering the balding old guy who had a problem with my music.

                “Yeah,” I drew out and he grinned. I suddenly didn’t like the look in his eyes.

                “I want you to go over there in nothing but my shirt and harass him into getting him to use his phone to call your brother. When you’re inside, call me and start having phone sex until he kicks you out.” I had to literally pick my jaw up from the floor. Up until that moment, I didn’t realise that jaws could fall open, I thought it was just something that you read about in books. Hunter’s face was smug as I got to my feet and grabbed his shirt, putting it on over my tank top. I was wearing shorts so it looked like I had nothing on underneath.

                “I hate you,” I stated on the way out but he just grinned and nodded.

                “Yeah, I know. Chop, chop. I’ll be waiting,” he said with a wink, waving his phone around. I sighed, making my way over to the door across the hall.

                If someone asked me to do that a year ago before I met Hunter, I’d laughed in their face and kindly rejected the offer, probably running home and crying. Instead, I plucked up my new found courage and knocked on the door.

                The guy answered within a few minutes, making me grimace at his greasy hair. How someone who was balding could actually have greasy hair, I had no idea. His pores were deep and black as he looked at me impassively, raising his eyebrows. I shuffled from foot to foot anxiously until he cleared his throat, scratching the hairy belly that was escaping from the bottom of his shirt.