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“I don’t pay that much attention to her,” Hunter says. “She has brown hair and she always wears hoodies. I don’t even know what color her eyes are, to be honest. Maybe blue or green.”
Huh.
I close my eyes. “What color are my eyes?”
“Brown.”
I open them again.
“I notice everything about you, Trouble.”
My heart skips a beat.
“You’re my job,” he continues.
I swallow the knot in my throat.
Of course that’s why he notices everything about me—because I’m his ‘job.’ If it weren’t for this assignment, he would never look twice at me.
“Are you ready to head out?” Hunter asks, completely oblivious to the fact that he just crushed my heart.
“Yeah.” My words barely come out as a whisper, so I clear my throat. “Yeah, let’s go.”
Hunter slings his arm around me as we head out the door, but I can’t even grin at his playfulness. My heart feels heavy.
Why do I have to have a crush on a guy who clearly doesn’t like me back? Why can’t I just get over him?
Griffin—I should focus on Griffin. He likes me. He wants to take me to homecoming and I really think he wants to date me. He wouldn’t break my heart, not like Hunter does. But every time I close my eyes, I don’t see Griffin. I see Hunter. Hunter owns my heart. It wouldn’t be fair to lead Griffin on like that.
“You really do look cute today, Trouble,” Hunter says, as he opens the passenger side door of the car for me.
“Thanks.” I dunk my head as I get inside, certain that my cheeks are red.
Hunter winks at me before shutting the door, making my cheeks grow even warmer.
I’m not going to survive my senior year and it has nothing to do with the hit on my life and everything to do with Hunter Duran.
My next ex-boyfriend.
“It’s a beautiful day, isn’t it?” Harper beams as she sits down across from me.
I raise an eyebrow, looking at my friend. I’m used to her being hyper, but to be this excited on aMonday? Something is up. Unless maybe she’s very excited about Spirit Week, which I doubt.
“Did you put Red Bull in your coffee again, Harpy?” Hunter eyes my pink haired friend.
“Ha ha.” Harper drums her fingers on the table. “Can’t a girl just be happy without an ulterior motive? Maybe I’m just really happy because I’m wearing pajamas. Pink looks good on me.”
She tugs at her top—she’s wearing Hello Kitty pajamas. I must say, they match well with her currently pink hair.
I like pink as much as the next girl, but Harper today is a bit much for my taste. Then again, that’s why we’re friends. She’s the crazy adventurous one and I’m the one that talks her out of doing stupid things. At least, Itryto talk her out of doing stupid things. Nobody really talks her out of anything she sets her mind to.
“It’s a boy, right?” Hunter turns to me. “Did I miss that Harper got a new boyfriend?”
I shrug.
If Hunter missed it, so did I.
“Why do I have to have a boyfriend to be happy?” Harper asks, rolling her eyes.
