It happened so fast. I pushed Bryan Hunt off my body, my eyes still fixed on my boyfriend's own.
My boyfriend's eyes held my gaze, they were blazing fire and they were filled with rage. He shook his head in disbelief and he walked out of the class immediately.

I clasped a hand over my mouth, my eyes were wide open.
"What have you done, Whitney?" I shouted in my mind.

"I think you're in trouble, pumpkin. Sorry baby,"
I heard a soft chuckle behind me. I had forgotten about the idiot's existence in this room.

I threw him a deadly glare."Get lost, Bryan. I don't want to see your face or hear your annoying voice,"I snapped at him.

I walked past him and I was about to walk out of the class when he gripped my hand.
"Leave me alone, idiot," I barked.

A corner of his mouth curled upwards. Everything in me hated the fact that his smirk was really hot.

"We haven't finished our discussion, pumpkin," His calm and deep voice jerked me out of my thoughts.

My brows drew together."Are you really stupid or are you pretending to be stupid?" I asked him.

"Are you dumb, pumpkin? Or, do you want to deny that you didn't feel a connection between us?" He retorted, glaring back at me.

I closed my eyes for a few seconds. Bryan was really a pain in the ass. I was annoyed, frustrated and disgusted. My boyfriend literally caught us together. I ought to be with my boyfriend now, trying to explain or apologize. But, I was still stuck with this asshole, Bryan Hunt.
I wished I could run away from him but his grip on my wrist was too tight.

"I hate you, Bryan Hunt," I said, picking my words after the other.

"I know," He muttered under his breath.

"Now, leave me!" I snapped at him.

He shook my head, refusing to listen to me. He pulled me closer to him, that my breasts pressed against his chest.
I looked up at him. My subconscious mind told me that he was about to do another thing. Another crazy thing. And, I kind of knew this next action. I had to stop him before he could do that.

Before his hands could slide down to my hips, I used all my might and pushed him.
"You are crazy!" I yelled and I ran out of the classroom.

"You too," He replied.

I didn't stop running. I needed to look for my boyfriend. I was in trouble. Bryan Hunt has landed me in a deep shit.

"Stop running and follow me. We need to talk,``a familiar voice resounded in my head.

I heaved a sigh of relief and I stopped running, I was panting heavily.
It was my boyfriend. I smiled weakly at him. He didn't return the smile. He rather lifted his shoulder in a half shrug and gave him a sign to follow him.
I obeyed him. We walked silently till we reached the school field. It was obvious that he was really mad at me.

"I am sorry, Bryan," I begged my boyfriend.

Bryan Kings let out a loud hiss."Sorry about what?" He questioned me.

"About everything. Honestly, there is nothing going on between Bryan Hunt and I. And, you know that," I claimed.

My boyfriend took a deep breath, shoving his hands into his pocket."I am really tired of you. I don't even understand you and our relationship anymore. You claimed that you had nothing going on with Bryan Hunt but you're always with him," He rambled.

My lips trembled. I hated that I made my boyfriend upset. I hated myself for letting Bryan Hunt kiss me yesterday. I was really disappointed in myself.
"I am sorry, Bryan. Please," I uttered. "We were having our usual argument inside that classroom, honestly. It is nothing,"

His eyelids dropped. He moved an inch closer to me."Can I trust you, Whitney? I really love you, baby. But, I don't like how you act around Bryan Hunt. I am jealous and insecure. Trust me, it is because I am in love with you. If you are not interested in me anymore, tell me. I don't want to waste my time loving someone - "

I planted a quick kiss on his lips and pulled away from him instantly.
"I love you and I am still interested in you. Damn! I am always interested in you," I confessed, staring intensely into his eyes.

Bryan Kings loved me. I loved him too. But, I don't know what's up with me these days.
It was Bryan Hunt. He was messing with me. With my heart. I was sure that he didn't love me. I didn't love him either. But, I couldn't stop thinking about him? Why?

My boyfriend wrapped his arms around me, enveloping me in a tight hug.
"I love you, Whitney," He whispered softly into my ears.

"I love you, Bryan. Bryan Kings,"

"The last name part was unnecessary, baby," He scoffed.

I nodded my head in the affirmative. I had to attach his last name because it felt like I was confessing my feelings to Bryan Hunt.

Here we go again!
"Bryan Hunt, why are you messing with me?" I muttered under my breath.

LATER IN THE EVENING…

"Mom, why are you arranging the dining room? What is going on?" I asked my mom.

Mom came back early from her workplace which was very shocking. Maybe she was expecting some visitors.

"I invited Mirabel and his son for supper. It has been a long time since we vibed together," Mom replied.

"Oh!"
I beamed a smile. Tonight would be great since Mom invited Mirabel. Mirabel was an interesting person.
My smile turned to a frown instantly, the moment it dawned on me that Mom just said "her son".
Bryan Hunt!!!

I lifted an eyebrow, facing my mother."Why did you invite Bryan Hunt?" I queried her.

Mom gave a half shrug."Isn't it obvious? Because Mirabel is his mother," She answered me.

"You can just invite Mirabel, instead of telling Bryan to tag along. It is useless, mother," I snapped at her angrily.

"You have no right to tell me what to do, young lady," She snapped back to me.

"Whatever!" I hissed and began to run upstairs.

"Don't come downstairs for dinner, spoiled kid," Mom yelled before I could enter my room.

"I won't. I promise," I yelled back.

I rushed into my room and slumped on my bed. I hated everyone right now.
I would skip dinner because of that son of a bîtch, Bryan Hunt. Damn! I shouldn't have said 'son of a bîtch'. That was too mean. I really liked his mother, Mirabel. But, I hated him.
I skipped lunch too. I would skip dinner too. I might die of hunger.

"I dislike you, Bryan Hunt," I shouted at the top of my lungs.
I didn't care if mom heard me. She should know that I disliked her friend's son.

My phone beeped. I picked the phone from the bedside table. It was a text from a strange number.

'I am coming to your house for dinner. Mother forced me, anyway. But, a huge part of me wants to come because of you. You and the delicious food.'

I threw my phone on the bed angrily. It landed on the tiled floor. But, I didn't care. I would get another iPhone 13 or even 14.
I couldn't believe that I felt butterflies in my stomach, while reading his stupid text.

"I hate you, Bryan Hunt," I screamed again.