I huffed and followed him into the living room. I plopped onto
the couch and Hunter walked upstairs. He came back downstairs 5
minutes later in a red plaid button- down and jeans. We sat in
silence for a couple minutes until Hanna messaged me 'I'm
here'.
I stood up and walked into the kitchen, where Hunter was
pulling an apple out of the fridge.
"My mom is making me take you to the mall with me.
Hanna is coming in 15 minutes, go get ready." I said
coldly.
There is no need for me to babysit him. He's a
stuck up country star now. He can get his people to show him
around. I hadn't noticed before, but I think I feel anger
towards him being so popular too. Popular people always annoyed
me. Especially people who knew everyone loved them- & Hunter
was one of them.
Hunter smirked at me and walked out of the kitchen,
purpously bumping my shoulder as he said
"Yes mommyyyyy."
I walked
outside, Hunter following behind me. Hunter slid into the back
seat and me in the passenger seat next to Hanna. She looked at
Hunter in the back and then at me- confused. I realized that I
hadn't told Hanna about Hunter coming with
us.
"Oh- yeah. This is Hunter. My mom said he had to come with
us." I explained. She looked at me, still puzzled. She
looked at Hunter again and smiled.
"You're Hunter
Hayes..aren't you?!" She asked, excited. I
sighed, annoyed, looking out the
window.
"That's me!" Hunter
chuckled and shook Hanna's hand. She giggled like a
fangirl and spun around, looking in her mirrors to
pull out of my driveway.
"Reesey, you didn't tell
me you were friends with HUNTER HAYES!" She beamed,
glancing at me. I huffed and mumbled,
"Not
exactly friends.."
Hunter must
have heard me, because he laughed a little bit. The whole ride
to the mall Hunter and Hanna talked about his career. Concert
this, interview that, writes his own songs, blah blah blah.
When we finally arrived I jumped out of the car, eager to start
a new conversation. I don't feel like listening about
Hunter's successful life all day.
We walked around the mall for awhile,
occasionally some girls would recognize Hunter and run up to
us, asking for pictures or autographs. Hunter would smile and
agree. While watching him take a picture with a girl maybe 1-2
years younger than us, Hanna whispered to me.
"I can't believe you're friends with
a celebrity!" She smiled at me, glancing at
Hunter.
"He's nothing special. Just another jerk teen
celeb." I said, annoyed with all of this.
"Are you kidding me? He's so sweet! You guys
would make an adorable couple." She giggled.
We used to be.
"Can we just go? Theres a store over there I
wanna check out." I said quickly.
Hanna sighed and we began walking away from Hunter and
his little fans. When I thought we lost him he ran up behind us
and put his hands on my waist.
"Can't lose me that fast cutie." He
laughed. Hanna looked at me, her mouth open like she was about
to scream.
"Ohmygod you guys are soooooo cute!" She
sqeaked. I looked at her, my cheeks turning
red.
"Hanna. I have a boyfriend." I hissed, pulling
Hunter's hands off of me and walking faster ahead of
them.
I turned the corner and felt my stomach, along with my jaw,
drop to the floor.