chapter 7

I felt hot all over as I felt Hunter's eyes watching me, I felt like I forgot how to stand in that moment. Daim he makes life so difficult, why did he have to be here? I felt so fucking embarrassed, I kept my eyes glued to my drink, one would think I was doing sorcery on it.

His friend, the shorter one, moved towards us and smirked. 

"Daimmm Dylan, you're keeping these beauties a secret. What happened to the bro code?" He said putting a hand on his chest and feigning a heartbroken expression.

"Shut up ash. Why are you guys back anyway?" Dylan asked while pouring him and hunter a shot .

Hunter hadn't said anything. He just kept looking at the entire situation as if we were all some mystery he was tryna figure out. 

"Hunter there couldn't stand his dear exs presence." 

"Marrisa was there. damn and i missed all that drama." Dylan growled and hunter smacked him playfully on the head.

"Stop talking about me like I am not in the room." He finally spoke. Now, I don't want to be one of those girls, but I think I understand why the man doesn't speak much, his voice will have your heart beating so fast, you could mistake it for a heart attack, honestly, this man has no business being this hot. Like Whyyyy????????

"Well you were busy eye raping lia I didn't want to interrupt that," Dylan spurred out and my head shot up immediately. I realised I hadn't put my shirt back on. I quickly got off the counter and picked it up off the floor then threw it on . At this moment, I am pretty sure I am the biggest red tomato you will ever see. 

This honestly couldn't get any worse than this.

"You don't actually have to put it back on Mami, none of us is complaining, " the Ash boy joked and  I surprised myself by smacking the back of his head. 

"Ouch.. feisty i like that, you know for a new chick you have a lot of gas. And you sierra I gotta say you look breathtaking in lace he said eyeing her chest and she did the most unexpected thing ever, Sierra slapped him.

"And you look breathtaking with my hand print on your face. Perv." She said and got off the counter taking  mine and Dylan's hand, who was still laughing at the boy who looked like he was still processing what had just happened.

We walked into Dylan's bedroom and literally fell on his bed. We were tired, drunk and sweaty. But we had a great time and welcomed tomorrow's hangover with open arms. 

I woke up with the most gruesome headache you could imagine. Sierra was spewing her guts out in the toilet and Dylan was sleeping on the floor in nothing but pyjama shorts. I laughed at the sight. 

I walked to the bathroom and asked Sierra if she was ok.

"Please never let me drink again. Like ever." I tried laughing but my head hurt so much I ended up making some pained noise. 

"Hey Dylan where is the advil this headache might kill me," I asked 

"Ask Hunter, his room is the last on this floor, left side. Now shut up and lemme die,``I grimaced at his pain then made my way to his walk in closet. 

Picking up a pair of sweatpants and throwing them on before heading to Hunter's room. Just because he had seen me in my bra and shorts doesn't mean I was going to walk around basically naked, I was drunk then and I definitely didn't want a do over of that. 

I knocked on the door and when I got no response I walked in and found the room empty but the bed was not made. I looked around the room and my eyes stopped on the picture frames that sat  on top of his table.

They were pictures of a much younger Hunter with bright eyes and shorter hair, he had a big smile on his face and was eating what I assume is a popsicle, I couldn't really tell though because of the blurry effect in the picture, it added to the aesthetic of it though.

There was also one of a  little boy and an older lady that resembled him so much must be his mum. I unconsciously picked up one of the pictures of a chubby looking little hunter lookalike  smiling up at his mom. Aww cute.

"What the fuck are you doing in my room?" An angry voice sounded from behind me and I had one of those moments where you're doing everything In your power not to drop whatever is in your hands, it sort of looks like juggling. 

Thankfully, I didn't drop the picture frame, I let out a deep exhale when I finally had it steady in my hands and I placed it back on the table with the others.  

I turned around to face him and let out a little squeak, my hand automatically going to cover my eyes, I don't know why though, It wasn't like I had never seen a half naked man  before, but with the effect this particular one had on me, I was not  about to take any risks, the last thing I wanted was my eyes getting glued on a body part they should not  get glued on and having him label me a pervert. 

"What are you doing in here and dont touch my stuff again," he said, putting the picture frame in its original position and unknowingly standing too close to me. 

Relax Lia, he doesn't know he gives you asthma. 

But I couldn't help it, I think I stopped breathing for so long, I started choking,  I was literally choking.

"Dylan sent me for the advil ," I said in between coughs, crunching down and moving away from him so that my body could start functioning again. 

An emotion flashed in his eyes but it disappeared just as fast as it came before I could put a name on it. He handed me the advil from one of the drawers and I ran out of there before I did something stupid.

I walked back to Dylan's room to find him still spread out across the floor groaning in discomfort and pain.

"Good news people, I bring Advil," I said trying to fake a British accent and Sierra jumped up from the bathroom swallowing a pill without water. Making me laugh at her face when she felt the bitterness of the pill. 

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"I bring pizza my whoopie lovelies," Dylan spoke as he walked into the room with a large box of pizza and sodas. It was a little past 2 and Sierra and I had just finished braiding each other's hair as  we watched 13 going on 30. 

I was currently all fresh, my headache had disappeared, the only recollection of last night's events being my bruised ego. Dylan had  let me borrow his clothes while Sierra wore a pretty white dress she had left over during her last sleepover here. 

"Damn you girls look cute i need a picture of that,"  dylan said referring to our braids. 

We quickly posed, letting him take the picture. 

" Lemme see that," I said , pulling him closer so I could see the picture. 

Our braids looked really cute. Her golden blonde hair contrasted beautifully against my oddly coloured one. My hair was a weird blend of brunette and auburn or ginger, it never really decided. And no i don't highlight it it's just naturally colour awkward. 

We sat in Dylan's room watching old episodes of Family Guy and laughing at Sierra who kept cringing everytime Dylan mentioned ashton. Ashton is the guy she slapped. 

On the other hand I was really happy to be spending a Sunday afternoon with two people that accepted me fully as I was. Other than JJ, these two were my second chance at happiness.