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Friday, October 9
Hunter is hiding something.
Hunter is hiding something from me. I can tell it.
He thinks he’s a good liar. In fact, hebragsabout how good he is at it. He talks about the acting classes he’s taken and the terrorists he’s fooled. And maybe he is good at fooling other people, but he can’t fool me. Iknowhim. And the way he avoids eye contact with me is a dead giveaway.
During training, Hunter even goes easy on me, which isn’t like him. He always goes hard, claiming that a bad guy won’t hold back with me. He’s predictable like that—always giving me the same responses. So the fact that he’s acting differently now means that something is up, and I will get to the bottom of it.
Since today is Friday—casual Friday—I don’t have to wear my school uniform. Even though the uniforms aren’t as bad as I first thought they would be, I’m still glad to be allowed to wear something else today. I put on a sundress, one that Liam bought me. It was on sale for five bucks at the mall. It was in the middle of winter and there was a snowstorm—not a lot of people were looking for summer clothes. Liam said it was cute, and I agreed. So he got it for me and I wore it a lot this summer. It’s one of my favorites.
It’s starting to get colder outside already, which makes me sad. I wear a cardigan over the dress, putting on a pair of sneakers with it. I just leave my hair down, not bothering to style it. I think it looks pretty natural.
I’ve never liked my hair until recently. I guess I always thought brown hair was boring, but now I happen to think I look pretty—dark hair, like my dad, dark eyes, like my mom. She thinks I got the worst from the two of them, but I happen to think I got the best.
Stepping away from the mirror, I grab my phone from my nightstand and my messenger bag from the floor. Putting the bag over my shoulder, I glance at my phone and see that I have a text from Griffin.
Griffin:When is homecoming at WRA?
I furrow my brows, glancing at the screen.
Is Griffin going to ask me to homecoming? Wait, can he even come tomyhomecoming? I wasn’t planning on going to homecoming at all, to be honest. Even if Griffin asks me, I probably still won’t go. Dances aren’t really my thing and the last dance I went to was kind of a disaster. Of course, that was when I had a massive crush on he-who-shall-not-be-named.
Stupid Preston.
I type my response.
Me:It’s next Saturday.
My phone vibrates with his response right away.
Griffin:Nice. Yours is a week before ERA.
Oh.
That’s it?
I fully expected him to ask me to go with him. I’m equally relieved and disappointed that he didn’t ask.
I like Griffin, don’t get me wrong. He’s cute, friendly, andhopefullynot a psychopathic murderer. But after my last almost boyfriend tried to kill me, I’ve sort of sworn off guys. At least until I get rid of this hit on my life—or maybe until I graduate high school, whichever comes first.
Uh, I really hope I still don’t have a hit on my life when I go to college.Thatwould suck.
If I still have a hit on my life then, would Hunter go with me? I cringe at the thought of him following me around to my classes and freshman parties. At this rate, the odds of me getting a boyfriend is highly unlikely.
Twisting the doorknob, I head into the living room. I find Hunter standing by the front door. He has a paper coffee cup in each hand and he holds one out to me.
Okay, now Iknowhe’s hiding something. Why else would he bring me a coffee? I know it’s not out of the ‘goodness’ of his heart.
Still, I grab the coffee from him, taking the bribe. I need the caffeine too much this morning to argue.
“You look cute.” Hunter’s eyes slowly scan my outfit.
I grab the bottom of his tie, tugging it slightly. “You know Fridays are casual, right? No uniform required.”
His eyes widen. “Sweet! I’m going to change real quick.”
I shake my head and laugh as he runs off toward his room to change into some different clothes. I’m not quite sure how Hunter forgot. Every Friday is casual Friday. Yet, every Friday I find him wearing his uniform.
