“Nobody of importance,” Hunter answered coldly, but then regretted the tone of his voice. Kenzie didn’t deserve this. “Anyway, as I was saying, you should head home. Unless you wanna spend the night here.”
Kenzie squinted at Hunter.
"It was your father, wasn't it?" she questioned, raising an eyebrow. "You should call him back. And I won't take 'no' for an answer."
(back to Muna momentarily)
"Um… sounds like you got a text. Maybe you should answer it?" Luna asked Matthew looking over at him.
"Ah, right," Matthew said picking up his phone. He stifled a gran after seeing who had texted him. Jazzy.
Hey Jazz He texted. Girls loved short answers, he thought. No, no they didn't, Jazzy had let him know that too many times.
(OMGOSH IT'S IZZY!!! Welcome back! XD)
(back to Muna momentarily)
"Um… sounds like you got a text. Maybe you should answer it?" Luna asked Matthew looking over at him."Ah, right," Matthew said picking up his phone. He stifled a groan after seeing who had texted him. Jazzy.
Hey Jazz He texted. Girls loved short answers, he thought. No, no they didn't, Jazzy had let him know that too many times.
(oops)
Jasmine looked over when she heard her phone ping and seeing it was Matthew grinned like a school girl and sat on her bed.
"Come back soon bae. But enjoy your cruise too. It's so hard to decide!"
(Just so you guys know, I'm going to be gone tonight. But I'll be back in the morning!)
(There is a very small chance I'll be back later tonight, but it would be around 10-10:30.)
(alright. I'm actually going to be gone most of this evening as well.)
(Lol. They slept through lunch?)
(Yes, yes they did xD they were pretty tired.)
“Nobody of importance,” Hunter answered coldly, but then regretted the tone of his voice. Kenzie didn’t deserve this. “Anyway, as I was saying, you should head home. Unless you wanna spend the night here.”
Kenzie squinted at Hunter.
"It was your father, wasn't it?" she questioned, raising an eyebrow. "You should call him back. And I won't take 'no' for an answer."
"You don't know my father," Hunter replied curtly as he started to get up to get himself a glass of water. "There's absolutely nothing I want to do with him."
Kenzie stood up and glared at Hunter.
"Call him or I'll do it myself," she demanded.
Hunter felt irritation bubbling inside of him at Kenzie's insistence. Before he could open his mouth, his phone rang again. Sighing, he picked it up. It was his father. Three calls in one day? That was new. He answered the call this time, turning his back to Kenzie as he started to walk away.
"What do you want?" Hunter spat into the phone, agitated. "I don't have the time to talk to the likes of you."
Behave yourself, McArthur, his father responded into the phone, his voice cold as ice. I did not call for mild chitchat.
"Well, that's good," Hunter answered just as coldly. "Wouldn't want you throwing another fit, now would we?"
I failed to see you at the opening ceremony yesterday, his father said, ignoring Hunter's statement. You are not upholding the duties you are bound to.
"You would have, actually, if I had been there," Hunter responded. "I don't want your damned duties. Throw them on to someone else."
Hunter McArthur, you are duty-bound to attend the masquerade ball the McArthurs hold every year. If you fail to show up, you will immediately break the vow you made, and I will see to it that you never paint or act ever again, his father's voice was cold and calm, indifferent. It made Hunter want to punch him in the face. You will come by tomorrow to help with the plannings, as you should be doing instead of living like a peasant. I have already contacted your college, informing them of your absence until then. Tomorrow, Buchard will arrive to drive you. Remember what I said, Hunter McArthur. Uphold your vow, and I will uphold mine.
And that was it. Just as Noah finished saying the last word, the call ended. Throwing his phone across the room, Hunter let out a growl of frustration. Oh, how much he hated that scumbag of a father. Hunter wished dearly to be rid of him. He wished his four years of college would end quickly. If he wins the deal, he'd never have any reason to face Noah McArthur ever again.
(Sorry, it took some time to write that out.)
(that's so well written.)
(that's so well written.)
(Thank you!)
(Bumping.)
(Do-do-do…)
(I'm here! Sorry! I totally wish I wasn't so late…) :(
As Hunter threw his phone, Kenzie took a slight step back, her eyes widened just a smidge.
"Hunter," she whispered his name, then reached out her hand and set it lightly on his arm.
(I'm here! Sorry! I totally wish I wasn't so late…) :(
As Hunter threw his phone, Kenzie took a slight step back, her eyes widened just a smidge.
"Hunter," she whispered his name, then reached out her hand and set it lightly on his arm.
(It's okay! I'm here!)
Hunter flinched when Kenzie touched him, but didn't remove his arm from her hold.
"Are you happy now?" he asked, his voice thick. Hunter knew he shouldn't release his anger on Kenzie. She was the last person who deserved it. "I answered his call. You happy?" Hunter couldn't control himself. The words just spilled on his own. He felt conflicted. Angry, annoyed, irritated. Hated his luck, hated the fact that he had to be unlucky enough to have a jackass as a father. Hating himself for being rude to the girl he cared about. Slipping his arm out of her hold, Hunter set himself on the couch, keeping a distance from himself and his girlfriend, afraid of hurting her.
"I think you should go home," he said finally, after a moment's of silence. "I can't control myself right now, and I'll say something I'll regret. Please, Kenzie. I don't want to hurt you."
(Oh, dude… Kenzie is not going to be happy about that… Tension, here we come.)
Kenzie's heart pounded. She hated when people got angry with her, and hated it even more when she was the cause of that anger. Crossing her arms over her chest, she subconsciously rubbed her hands against them up and down.
With a voice wobbling from emotion, she simply replied, "Okay. Fine," and got her stuff together. When she was standing at the door, she glanced back to see Hunter still on the couch. She murmured a "goodbye" and walked as quickly as she could to her car, where she broke down as soon as she sat in the seat.
Stupid-stupid-stupid! He hates his father, why would you make him talk to him? What were you thinking?
What the hell, Hunter? What was up with that?! With a frustrated growl, Hunter pulled himself up from the couch and paced around, running his hand through his hair in anger. He was angry at his father, not at Kenzie. Sure, she pushed him to talk to his father, but she didn’t know what type of a monster Noah McArthur really was. He never told her why he hated him. So why, why did he have to act to rude to Kenzie? Her hurt voice, the way her voice shook with hurt made Hunter want to beat himself up. He didn’t want to send her home with that.
So, he made up his mind and opened his door, walking out towards Kenzie’s car, which, thankfully, was not yet brought to life.
With her arms crossed over the steering wheel and her face buried in them, Kenzie didn't notice Hunter making his way toward her car. Her mind swam with thoughts, confused, conflicted, emotional thoughts that both hurt and didn't at the same time. Tears flowed freely down her face, making their way past her tightly-shut eyes.
When he saw her tears, Hunter felt his heart squeeze. He was the reason for her tears. He had made her cry.
Reaching out, Hunter knocked on the window, hoping to get her attention.
Kenzie's head shot up as she heard a knock on her window. She wiped the tears from her cheeks, then looked over and saw Hunter standing just outside the door. Rolling the window down just enough that he would be able to hear her, she quietly, tiredly, sighed, "What?"
“Mind getting out of the car, princess?” Hunter murmured, pointing at the window which was pulled down much too low.
(Aw, it’s late. I have to sleep. Goodnight!)
(Aw, 'night! I've gtg, too, so that actually wasn't bad timing!)
With a sigh, Kenzie rolled the window back up and opened the door. She stepped out, staying close to the car, and crossed her arms. Again, she subconsciously rubbed them with her hands.
Not looking Hunter in the eye, she leaned back on the car.