Every teenage girl's dream
Sydney was a seventeen year old. A tomboyish kinda girl, her long hair had its own mind. It was summer break and Sydney was at her aunt Patty's place like every other summer. Aunt Patty was like a mother to her and at this point, she even had her own room reserved in their house
Her cousin, Taylor's hand was practically welded to Sydney's wrist. She was pulled to the backyard of Taylor's bestfriend, Eden's mansion. Taylor was the only reason she was even here at this loud party. They both had sneaked out with Aunt Patty's or Uncle's Samuel's knowledge. Now, sneaking off wasn’t foreign to either of the girls
The music pounded hard enough to vibrate the floorboards under her shoes, lights flickering in random bursts, illuminating faces she didn’t know and didn’t want to know. She hated these kinds of places. People everywhere. Crowded rooms. Too much perfume. Too much sweat. Too much of everything "If I was their neighbour, I'd complain against them for noise pollution" Sydney huffed wondering how their parents even allowed such a loud party. Ofcourse, they mustn't be home. If she or Taylor even thought of conducting something similar, aunt Patty would cut them up
"Isn't this so much fun!!” Taylor yelled into her ear for the tenth time
She responded with a half-hearted and strained smile. Fun, sure. Clearly Taylor's definition of fun didn’t match hers
Without missing Eden rushed to Taylor, pulling her into the sea of dancing and grinding people. For a moment she considered following them- "No! Thats the worst idea ever"
And just like that, Sydney sulkily grabbed a drink from a counter and walked to a corner. She observed and judged every other person while toying with the translucent plastic cup in her hand. Some wore sequined dresses, some even shirtless. Sydney srunched her nose, watching the young people flirt and kiss. She looked down at her own attire. Jeans, like usual
Deciding that this is the last time she's ever going to a party with Taylor, she sipped on the drink. It didn't even taste good
And that's when it occurred. The low growl of a motorcycle engine cutting through the pounding music. In an instant, Sydney head turned to the direction of the sound. A sleek black bike rolled into the driveway, shining under the streetlight. The rider cut the engine, swung his leg over and pulled off his helmet. For a second, all noises and distractions faded. She could only concentrate on him
A tall guy with broad shoulders, an older teenager who came to the party in his motorbike. And the cherry on top, a black leather jacket. Every teenage girl's dream!
He didn’t look around, not eager to socialize or meet up with people. With a closed off, unreadable expression he walked in, like the place annoyed him
Sydney blinked, realizing she was staring. Her heartbeat skipped a little and her fingers tightened around the cup. Curiosity had piqued her
Someone who noticed him called out his name "Hunter!", but he didn’t even turn. He just walked in without any care of this world
Hunter....... who was this guy. Sydney gulped, peeping into the mansion. She felt a different kind of curiosity. The kind she rarely ever felt
And without thinking further, she started walking into the mansion like she owned it. It wasn’t a planned decision. Her body had a mind of its own, her legs carried her forward, towards his room, the drink still in her hand
Each step felt ridiculous. But she took another step anyways
She walked down the basement, where the light dulled. Doors lined in both sides, but one door was slightly ajar. There was light spilling from inside. And she knew that was his room
Her pulse quickened as she walked forward to the room. Her chest hurt from her sudden actions. Breaking into someone’s room was creepy....she knew that
She had only just seen him once. She didn’t know anything about him. He was probably trouble....but....but something about him drew her to him
She nudged the door wider with her foot and peeked in. There it was, just like she imagined it. There hung a well used ounching bag. His motorbike helmet tossed on to his bed. It felt cold amd unwelcome but that just made it more interesting to her
It was almost like she had left her senses back home, because next she stepped inside, quietly. But he wasn’t in there. She looked around, now a little more comfortable. Where had he gone so fast. She only looked away for a few seconds after all
But when the door clicked shut behind her, her breath hitched. She quickly spun around, ready to throw a punch
And there he was, Hunter. He stood in front of the door, blocking her way to exit. He looked at her, his expression a mix of annoyance and anger
Her first reaction was a very undignified noise, halfway between a shriek and a hiccup. Her hand jerked, and the drink splashed across his shirt, dark liquid spreading fast. He stared down at the stain. His jaw tensed. A slow inhale through his nose. He seemed enraged
"Fucking hell" A slow muttered erupted from him
She stared at the stain and then at him, then again at the stain. The music from downstairs made the walls vibrate. She could see his lips moving but the words were lost in the noise.
“What?” she yelled, breathless
His glare only sharpened. He pointed at the door and talked louder
Still nothing
“What?” she repeated, the music deafening her ears. He shook his head sharply in annoyance. Then grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head in one fluid, annoyed motion. The muscles along his stomach tightened as the fabric passed over them, six defined lines that looked like hours of training and pent up anger carved into skin.
She lost track of the fact that he was talking.Her gaze had fully betrayed her. She was gawking at his six packs. She tried to look away, she wasn’t someone who'd do something like this
She shook his head, as if saying this girl is unbelievable. He said something again but this time Sydney was too far gone to even look up at his face
With much annoyance, Hunter grabbed Sydney's wrist firmly. His touch was strangling and painful "Hey!!! You" Sydney yelled but he didn’t hear her or maybe didn’t care.
He opened the door and pushed her out in a swift motion. Before she could complain anymore, he shut the door right at her face. With so much force that the remaining drink in her hand rattled
Thats when it clicked, he was telling her to get out
The sound echoed. Her cup rattled in her hand and heartbeat rattled in her chest. She stood there staring at the closed door. She didn’t know why she even followed this guy, she had no explanations for her actions
"Asshole" She finally whispered, but it wasn't out of anger. She was just embarrassed. She felt her face turn red as she rushed out of the basement to the backyard
Who did he think he was shutting the door like that? Who did he think he was grabbing her wrist like that pushing her out.....If it was someone else, then Sydney would have not left without a fight. But he wasn’t just someone else....Hunter was never just someone else
