Hunter's POV
I was already late for class and Dr Peter was a no-nonsense man when it came to keeping time. I walked briskly to my car and zoomed off as soon as I turned on the ignition, not bothering myself with warming the car.
I was actually placed on probation from driving after that particular run in with the cops but breaking the law was an expertise of Hunter; an unwanted expertise. I thought I would've had trauma driving after what happened to my dad but such a feeling didn't suffice; I wonder why movies always portrayed characters with trauma after unlikable incidents, like how Sung Jun in 'She Was Pretty' couldn't drive under the rain after the traumatic accident of his mother.
I got to the parking area at exactly 9:00 O'clock; Dr Peter should already be in class. I ran out of my car and into the lecture hall not minding the stares I got from people - yeah, it was weird running like a man with a red rag in a bull ring, but I totally wasn't ready to stay out of Dr Peter's class and risk getting a B in Essential Economics rather than an A.
" What? He isn't here already?" I asked Bryan, taking a seat behind him.
That never happens.
" Weird indeed. Seems like he had a run in with his wife this morning", he joked and laughed about it.
I laughed too, but not as much as I would have if I had not been married to Hazel. There was an African saying that when a bag of bones is mentioned, an old woman would not join the skit - literally, she is a bag of bones; except for exceptionally obese ones which on the contrary isn't so good considering the possibilities of heart diseases and heart failures: but that was by the way.
I couldn't possibly laugh at the joke because I was also in the same messed up situation, I was a bag of bones. Hazel had already started manifesting the jerk he was just when I moved in. The fact that he almost choked me the day before laid emphasis on the most likely possibility of him doing more than just choking me in the future, and I couldn't just take that. I called Mr Thompson and told him to turn in the charges and send them to his secretary.
He was astounded at first, worried even, and wanted to talk me out of it but I insisted. I was surprised that he had already sent it to Hazel's secretary within twelve hours but was delighted that he did; Hazel's reaction to the suit was more filling than a McDonald's treat of hamburger, fries, with chicken and sauce.
" And how about you, Mr Mcman?" Bryan asked, a smirk on his face, " how was your weekend with the hot CEO? Wait, wait, don't tell me, let me guess", he pinned his lips together to think, his eyes searching for an invincible diamond in the ceiling, " it was filled with passion, and love, and hot pleasant sex, oh, and of course, movies and food", nothing will ever make sense in this life for Bryan without the addition of movies and food, and it was still damn weird that he weighed less than 65 pounds.
" Oh please, don't call me that, like never".
" But why? I mean, you're married to Mr Mcman, so......", he gestured with his hands - an obvious ' tell me you're gay without telling me you're gay' sign.
" I kept my name, please, and you're just imagining stuff because last weekend was far from the guess you made", I rolled my eyes.
" Bitch! how could you?" his volume was turned to the highest, and given the fact that he had a high pitch which made him sound more like Ariana Grande than Daniel Radcliffe, he gathered attention - unwanted attention.
" Quiet down boy", I closed his mouth with my hands, smiling awkwardly at the people around us who would've probably killed us with their eyes.
" I mean how could you not have a blissful weekend with someone as hot as Hazel Mcman", he was still screaming, but at least his voice was down and that made it sound a little bit as if he was grunting.
" You can try having a blissful weekend with that jerk, I bet you wouldn't live to tell the story".
" But at least my ghost will go on narrating to every exorcist about how passionate my last night was, how ravishing the love making was, and how I died from ecstasy", his hands were raised to the sky - literally the ceiling, and his eyes were wide open; purely the drama queen he was.
" You know, I don't know what you all see in that jerk, with those eyes of his that are shaped like a pinecone and his outrightly big nose - even plastic surgeons in South Korea wouldn't be able to fix that", I knew I was being pathetic, but all the same he wasn't attractive, at least not to me.
" Bitch, you ain't serious. He is the definition of a sexy Greek god", his hands were still swirling around and gathering attention.
" Boy, you're really making me believe you have low standards, like really?"
" No bitch, you're only saying that because you're blind, ok. This ain't a matter of difference in perspective, you really need to get your eyes checked".
" You're the one who needs to get your eyes checked", I retorted.
He scrolled up on his cellphone and showed something to a girl sitting beside him, " girl, is this dude hot or not?"
" Hazel? The youngest CEO to win the Entrepreneur of the year awards?" the girl said as if reaffirming who she was looking at in the picture and Bryan was busy responding with mmmh, uh-huh, " he is as hot as hell".
" There you go girl", he high-fived her, " thank you".
" Trust me, if he were to reply my chat on insta, I would die a happy death", the girl continued. A quick scan of her showed nothing much, no offense, but she was your typical douchebag living in the fantasy of comic books and Wattpad stories; I didn't say it, her dressing and the posters all over her laptop was screaming that.
" You hear that bitch, people are dying to get to know him, not to talk of being his husband", he lowered his voice, " and you that have access to him like Salome had John's head on a platter of gold are taking him for granted".
" Oh please, spare me the rum", I tried to brush him off.
" Alas, one would never appreciate a good apple until he tastes a rotten one", he was shaking his head and drawing his face at this juncture.
" You sure will be gullible as Snow White who stupidly ate an apple just because she taught it was good; nothing is as it seems my dear friend, there is to what meets the eyes", I couldn't believe we were both being philosophical.
" That's true, but that case scenario should not be applied to the situation at hand, like, oh god, he is hot, like freaking ho......".
" Good morning class", Dr Peter walked in, drawing all attention to himself.
" We are certainly not done with this", Bryan said, gesturing with two fingers to his eyes that his eyes were on me before turning to pay attention to Dr Peter.
" Sorry I'm late, there was an emergency with the school board. Before we begin, I beseech you to turn off your mobile devices and get away from anyone who might distract you. So... ", he wrote the course code on the marker board; Essential Economics, while we set up our laptops and iPads. " During our last class we discussed the efforts of the United Nations in reducing global poverty where we looked into different economic strategies which they adopted, few of course, proving incoherent to the agendum.......", he went on and on while I slowly drifted.
" He is hot", I thought. Thinking about it, the picture of him in his underwear made it's way into my head, and my brain was active enough to start creating images of him and I together.
" Concentrate, you need to focus", I said to myself, trying to pull my mind together. And it was important that I did, especially in Dr Peter's class because his test questions were always from whatever was discussed in class. But my naughty brain wouldn't just let me be, I wonder if I was the owner of the brain or if it was the other way round. It created a splendid trance, exactly like that of Penelope and Colin from Bridgerton season 3, only that Hazel was Colin and I was Penelope, can you possibly imagine?
" Would you stop this instant!" I said to myself; or so I thought, because by the time I looked up, everyone, even Dr Peter, was looking at me.