One more time (8)

PREVIOUSLY: 'Era...?'

I know that voice...

SATURDAY, 5 SEPTEMBER: Dammit, what is HE doing here?!I can't allow him to meet Hunter...

'Hunter, I have a bad feeling about this. Can we please leave, now?'

'Era, it's just some random human boy. We can take him...Or if you're scared, you can sit this one out, I'll handle the boy, then we can get back to our conversation.'

'I am not scared! I'm just saying, this is my hometown, I don't want any blood on my hands. So, let's just leave, please!'

'No worries then, no blood, I promise. I'll ask him nicely to move, and if he doesn't I will forcefully remove him from your presence, okay?'

'Hunter, I think I'm about to pass out. Help me get back to my father's house.'

I'm a bad actress, I know it, Hunter knows it. But I just couldn't help but to try to act like I was about to pass out, I sway a little, try to make myself look weak and pale, slur my words...Hunter just gives me a look, one that says he knows that I'm acting, and very badly at that. He even has the nerve to chuckle at me, I mean, I know I'm bad, but what happened to common courtesy?! Ugh...

'Era? Who's that with you?'

That voice again.

'Who's there? And how do you know Era?'

Hunter calls out, while giving me a questioning glance since I've really turned quite pale, I would imagine. That voice belonged to Ian, and it would be a matter of minutes before he reached us here, and then he'd be facing Hunter. Hunter who had spent the last three years needling me for information on Ian, Hunter who was and still is supremely pissed that a human had beaten him out, and a Hunter who seemed to need no excuse to pick a fight with a random stranger, what more with a person he truly disliked?

'The question is, who are you? I've lived here my whole life, and never have I heard your voice before, which means you're an outsider. An outsider has no right to demand answers to his questions.'

'You are awfully virtuous for an itty-bitty human, aren't you? It's no wonder why Era blew this joint, with people like you around, I'm surprised she managed to remain sane for the 18 years she was here.'

'What makes you think you know Era so well? I'm her best friend after all...'

As Ian said that last sentence he appeared on the edge of the pier opposite us. My heart lurched. Ian came to find ME. Ian was picking a fight with Hunter about ME. I had to actually tell myself to get a grip. I thought all these hormonal imbalances were reserved for teenagers?! This is so unfair!!

'Ah, so you're the amazing Ian, huh? I have to say, I'm not impressed.'

'So you know me then? In that case, you should know that no one knows Era better than I do, I've known her my whole life, we've been best friends for ages.'

'Era's best friend? I think you gave up that title the day you drove off without a backward glance, the day she told you she loved you, and you didn't reply. The day you didn't even have the decency to say "bye" to your so called, best friend'

Ian visibly paled, and I'm sure he was thinking about the ride in his car earlier today, or actually yesterday.

'How rude of me. I know all about you, but you know nothing about me. I'm Hunter, I'm Era's new best friend and so much more. Pleased to meet you, Ian'

Hunter gave one of his radiant smiles, which was at a huge contrast to Ian's glower. Ian clenches his fists, and takes a couple of steps closer to Hunter, and Hunter sensing the challenge, rolls up the sleeves of his shirt, and walks ever so cockily until he and Ian are nose-to-nose.

Oh god! Boys...

TO BE CONTINUED
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