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My eyes widen as I look down. “Hunter, I’m wearingpajamas.”
He chuckles, shaking his head. “That’s your own fault.”
I groan, sinking further into my seat.
Why is this my life?
This sucks.
“You look cute, even in pajamas.” He glances from the road to me.
My cheeks grow warm when he calls me ‘cute.’ Hunter does that a lot—says things to embarrass me. It’s almost like he does it on purpose.
I cross my arms over my chest. “Well, I guess do whatever you need to do to protect me.”
He hesitates. “About that—there is something else.”
I raise an eyebrow. “What?”
“I’m going to need your phone.” Hunter holds out a hand toward me.
I groan, reaching into my pocket. “Are you serious?”
“Yep.”
I put it in his hand, fully expecting him to power my phone down. What I don’t expect is for him to throw my cellphone from the moving car.
“Why did you do that?” I scream, looking back at my phone that is in pieces on the highway behind us. He does the same with his phone.
“Sorry.” He gives me a sad smile. “I’ll get you a new one before tomorrow.”
I cross my arms over my chest, sighing. “I guess I can go one day without my phone.”
Hunter laughs clearly not caring about my discomfort.
“How did I get stuck with such a cold-hearted bodyguard?”
“At least I’m fun to look at.”
He’s not wrong.
But I will definitely be keeping that thought to myself.
Tuesday, October 13
Superhero day.
We get back to campus early on Tuesday morning.
Hunter did replace my phone, as he promised. He even got me a newer model phone than I had previously. The one I had was a hand-me-down from Liam.
Since we stayed away from campus, I get the day off from training. I try my best to look disappointed by it, but I’m pretty sure Hunter knows. I’m not that good of an actress.
Training is important. I know that. It still doesn’t make it fun. The intense training Hunter insists on is my idea of torture.
When we get back to the cabin, I quickly get ready for the day.
Today is day two of Spirit Week. As I’m getting ready, I’m glad that Harper forced me to participate. I thought it would be stupid, but it’s kind of fun to wear something besides our usual school uniforms. I’m sick of plaid skirts.
