Page 70 of 2204 Hunter Lane
Marley
Iplopped down on my mattress, fingers knotted in my hair as I screamed into a pillow.
Screw her! Screw her! Fuck, she’s unbelievable!
After finishing up some work in P&D’s office, I checked my texts to find numerous pictures of me standing in front of Cid’s Pub with Hunter and Josh, a few coffee outing dates with Winter, and Cramer and I sharing a pizza at Berandino’s last Thursday.
My mom had attached the images saying I wasn’t taking my life seriously, that I didn’t learn from any past mistakes and I was going in circles. It went on and on and on, to the point where I couldn’t handle the verbal harassment from my own freaking mother, that I blocked her number.
I blocked my own mother.
Tears of insanity flowed down my face as I laughed in hysterics, alternating between sobs, then feral laughter once more.
Holy crap, what the hell is my life?
No, I couldn’t keep sitting here like a lamb waiting for slaughter. I still had a few more hours before I was meeting Hunter at Cid’s so I could call up my phone provider and have my number changed. Or maybe get a burner phone? Screw it, whatever it’ll take to get Harlow Matthews off my back.
God, that feels good to say.
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After heading to Verizon, I finally got a new number and they’d actually upgraded me to the newest iPhone for twenty dollars cheaper. Something about being a loyal member for the past few years, so it was an added perk.I wasn’t complaining.
I met Hunter at half past eight, where I found him sitting at one of the back booths wearing his black leather jacket and a dark sleeve to match.
His arm was linked around the headboard peak when he noticed me coming, smiling with sunken dimples.
It still blew my mind how good we became in just under two short months. So much had happened with the business, I never really stopped to think about who I was spending my time destressing with.
In a way, he had become an important part of my relaxation periods; showing me around, hiking a few times a week, getting drunk on Fridays much like tonight.
Crazy to think that once upon a time, I never saw Hunter smile. And now, I saw it more than I saw him frown. At least around me, and that made me proud.
“Hey,” I let out, scooting in next to him.
His eyes drifted from my face to my lips, something he’d commonly do when we were speaking. At first, I was really self conscious about it. I thought I had something on my face or whatever, but after accepting the obvious truth that both he and I were clearly shoving down levels of attraction, I relished in it.Hunter Lane checked me out. A lot.
“Feelin’ better, sweetheart?” He asked, pushing a martini glass in front of me.
“I am now,” I beamed, taking a sip of the cold appletini. “My favourite.”
He chuckled, peeling off his jacket and stretched out his long arms.
“Did you figure somethin’ out?”
My eyes widened as I cleared my throat, taking out my new phone from my purse.
“Not exactly, but I changed my number and got a new phone.” I handed it to him and tapped his contact name. “Can you add your number in, please?”
Quick fingers moved this way and that then he returned my phone back to me. “Smart move, actually. Don’t think it’s a long term solution, though."
"Definitely not, but in the meantime my mom will most likely think I’m ignoring her and keep trying the old number until she realizes it isn’t in service anymore. So it’ll buy me a few days of peace.”
He smirked, clinking his glass of what I assumed to be whisky against my martini rim.
“Cheers to peace, Bambi.”
I giggled, taking a proper swig of my drink and smiled through the burn.
