Author's Note: Sorry I've been slow on updates, guys. I was in Greensboro (which probably means nothing to y'all non-North Carolinians) at the ACC Women's Basketball Tournament watching my girls, the Blue Devils whup up on some people. (Iciss, you still, and always will, rock.) I wish there was somewhere to write sports fan-fiction. lol Anyway, I'm here with another update. Please don't be mad that it took so long.
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Walking through the stadium parking lot, Lita was startled by a deep voice behind her.
"You look a little hassled there. Something on your mind?"
She turned to see Hunter leaning up against what she assumed to be his car. It was obviously new, still had the dealer plates. He was looking at her with an odd expression, a cold, mocking parody of concern.
"New car?" she choked out quietly.
"Nice isn't it?" he asked, rubbing his hand along the perfectly shined hood. "My other one had a little bit of an...accident," he said, his eyes never leaving hers.
"Oh...um...I need to go on...inside," she muttered, turning to make a quick get-away. Hunter grabbed her arm.
"You don't need to go anywhere, and we both know it." His breath was hot beside her ear. "No one but you and the janitorial staff gets here this early, except for this convenient day when I just happened to be here as well, right when you suddenly don't have your little freak boyfriend here to watch your back."
"He's not my boyfriend," Lita muttered defensively, trying to pull away.
"That's great," Hunter laughed softly, holding her out by her shoulders at arm's length. "So you're single huh? Got any plans for tonight?"
"None involving you," she said through clenched teeth, trying once again to jerk away.
Hunter's mocking smile disappeared. All that showed through now was his glaring anger. "You don't want to make me angry," he said softly, tucking her hair back behind her ear so he could lightly graze the scar he'd left there a year ago with his knuckles. "Remember the last time you made me mad? I do."
He pulled her towards him and bent his face down to hers. She shut her eyes tightly, trying to imagine she was anywhere but here, that it was anyone but him. That it was Scott. He tightened his grip on her shoulders, causing her to wince in pain, and the fantasy evaporated.
Hunter's mouth crashed down on hers, seemingly drowning her, and she fought with all her strength to get away. Finally he stopped the abomination of a kiss, stroking her scar again with one huge finger.
"See you tonight."
He released her, and with a sob, Amy ran off into the building.
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Walking through the stadium parking lot, Lita was startled by a deep voice behind her.
"You look a little hassled there. Something on your mind?"
She turned to see Hunter leaning up against what she assumed to be his car. It was obviously new, still had the dealer plates. He was looking at her with an odd expression, a cold, mocking parody of concern.
"New car?" she choked out quietly.
"Nice isn't it?" he asked, rubbing his hand along the perfectly shined hood. "My other one had a little bit of an...accident," he said, his eyes never leaving hers.
"Oh...um...I need to go on...inside," she muttered, turning to make a quick get-away. Hunter grabbed her arm.
"You don't need to go anywhere, and we both know it." His breath was hot beside her ear. "No one but you and the janitorial staff gets here this early, except for this convenient day when I just happened to be here as well, right when you suddenly don't have your little freak boyfriend here to watch your back."
"He's not my boyfriend," Lita muttered defensively, trying to pull away.
"That's great," Hunter laughed softly, holding her out by her shoulders at arm's length. "So you're single huh? Got any plans for tonight?"
"None involving you," she said through clenched teeth, trying once again to jerk away.
Hunter's mocking smile disappeared. All that showed through now was his glaring anger. "You don't want to make me angry," he said softly, tucking her hair back behind her ear so he could lightly graze the scar he'd left there a year ago with his knuckles. "Remember the last time you made me mad? I do."
He pulled her towards him and bent his face down to hers. She shut her eyes tightly, trying to imagine she was anywhere but here, that it was anyone but him. That it was Scott. He tightened his grip on her shoulders, causing her to wince in pain, and the fantasy evaporated.
Hunter's mouth crashed down on hers, seemingly drowning her, and she fought with all her strength to get away. Finally he stopped the abomination of a kiss, stroking her scar again with one huge finger.
"See you tonight."
He released her, and with a sob, Amy ran off into the building.