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A couple minutes later, Hunter comes back. He’s wearing a pair of jeans and a hoodie. I can’t help but be jealous of how easy it is for him to get ready. I have to spend a lot more time planning my outfits. He spends a minute throwing on his clothes and he looks… well, better than I ever could.
My bodyguard is way more attractive than any boy in high school should be. Though, maybe that’s because he’snotin high school. Hunter is nineteen-years-old and he looks every bit of his age. I hate to admit it, but the guy is hot.
His pale green eyes meet mine, nearly taking my breath away.
“You ready?” he asks.
I nod, turning my head away to make sure I wasn’t drooling.
Nope, my chin is perfectly dry.
That’s the last thing I need—for Hunter to think I was checking him out. I’m not sure his large ego could handle knowing that I find him attractive. I’m also not sure I can handle the teasing that would occur if he knew.
I take a sip of my coffee as we head out to the SUV. I’m pleasantly surprised when the taste of vanilla hits my tongue. I turn to Hunter.
“What?” he asks.
“You remembered how I like my coffee.” I hold up the cup.
He snorts. “It’s not hard. You like coffee flavored sugar.”
I roll my eyes. “And now I have to take away, like, half the points you got for being nice and bringing me coffee. Do you alwayshaveto be sarcastic?”
He opens the passenger side door for me. “I get my points back for opening the door for you. And yes. I think we both know that I always have to be sarcastic. Sarcasm is practically a personality trait for me.”
He’s not wrong.
I get in the seat, letting him shut the door behind me. I put on my seatbelt and sip on my coffee as he gets in the driver’s side.
Once Hunter starts the Jeep, he clears his throat. “So, uh, you think Griffin is going to ask you to homecoming?”
I turn to him. “How can he? He goes to East Raven, I go to West. I’d be the one who would have to invite him.”
He laughs. “Yeah, and we both know you’re too scared to actually ask him to go with you.”
I stick out my tongue at him. “Whatever.”
“I’m just saying.” He shrugs. “I think he’ll ask you.”
“And I’ll say no.”
“Why?” He looks at me with wide eyes. “I thought you liked him.”
“I do.” Kind of. “I’m just not into the whole homecoming thing.”
“Why not?” Hunter seems baffled.
“Dancing isn’t my thing.”
“Homecoming is about more than dancing. You can hang out with Harper and her boyfriend. And your brother too. It’s about making memories. And it’s your senior year. You’ll regret it if you don’t go,” he says.
“Did you go to homecoming?” I give him a pointed look, daring him to tell me how ‘magical’ homecoming was for him.
He chuckles. “Spy School doesn’t have homecoming. Or prom. Or any kind of dances.” He pauses. “Well, that’s not exactly true. We do have a dance class—it’s mandatory. But it’s just for training.”
“See… you didn’t have homecoming, I don’t need it either.” I cross my arms over my chest stubbornly.
“Whatever you say,” Hunter mumbles. “But do you really think Harper is going to let you skip homecoming?”
