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Meeting Jemma

Hunter's POV:

That afternoon I decided to go for a walk, explore my surroundings a little.

I walked through the town and noticed the people staring at me. They clearly didn’t want me or my family here.

I saw a police car drive slowly next to me. Before I could cross the next street, it pulled in front of me.

I stared at the burly officer as he got out of the car. “Going somewhere son.”

I stared back at him. “No, just exploring a little, I just moved here with my family, officer.”

The police officer came to stand in front of me, blocking me from moving forward. “That’s Sherriff Sutter, and I know who you are.”

He turned to walk back to his car. Before he got in, he looked at me. “I’ll be keeping my eye on you, boy.”

I stood staring after him as his patrol car drove away. “Jesus, that was weird.”

I kept walking in the same direction and crossed over some train tracks. It was turning dark outside, but I was ready to go home yet. I kept walking straight until I saw a small road between the trees. I thought it was going to take me to maybe a small waterfall or river but I ended up at a huge house. Hidden away by the trees.

I heard a lot of noise coming from the house so I decided to check it out. I smiled when I noticed all the teenagers hanging around, and I knew there was a party going on.

I stepped out of my hiding spot and into the middle of a drunken party. A guy bumped into me and I almost fell, but I quickly righted myself. Some invisible force had me going closer, drew me in.

The kids looked to be all the same age as me and it looked like they were just letting go, having fun. I noticed that the house was not lived in and it looked like it had been abandoned for a while. They probably used this place as their local hang out, the place where they escaped to.

I felt someone grab my arm and pull me back. "What the f**k you doing here". The guy was clearly drunk as he was slurring his words.

I took a deep breath before I spoke to the d**k standing in front of me. I wasn’t looking for trouble, so I did what any kid in my situation would do if they were faced with a guy built like a bulldozer. I lied. "I was invited."

"Really mind if I check with Scot" My mind was racing, I was gonna get caught here. So I decided to just keep lying.

"Go ahead, but he wasn't the one who invited me."

"Then who did?"

My eyes moved from his to the makeshift dance floor. I immediately noticed her? I mean how could I not? She was wearing a pink skirt with a cut-off top, her midriff was bare. Her dark brown hair shone when the lights hit them. The song was slow, everyone was coupled off, except for her. Her eyes were closed and she held her hands over her head, she moved her body and swayed with the music, it was as if she was in a trance. I had never seen anything more purely beautiful and exciting.

I cleared my throat before I spoke to the dozer again, "She". I pointed to the girl. "She invited me."

He looked amused "Jemma, Jemma invited you. I highly doubt that, f**k o”.

I repeated her name in my head; Jemma.

I smiled at the dozer. "Then let's go and ask her."

He looked unsure now, but I pushed through him and walked straight to her.

"Mind if I join you?"

She opened her eyes. I wasn't sure of the colour, because it was a little too dark, but no matter what the colour, she was exquisitely beautiful. "Why not?"

The song changed and I heard the first notes of Fleetwood Mac's song Everywhere. I never really liked the song, I was more into metal, but looking at her swaying her hips to it, I suddenly loved the song.. Jesus I actually mouthed the words with her. My mom used to sing it to me and my sister when we were younger.

I checked on the dozer and noticed that he moved on. Jemma kept dancing, noticing nothing, but I wanted her to notice, I wanted her to notice me, more than anything. "Hi Jemma, my name is Hunter."

She looked at me and smiled, and my heart started racing. "Really"

"Yes REALLY"

"That's cool"

“Thanks”

I saw the dozer storming back, this time he brought back up along.

The back up spoke. This had to be the host, Scot “What the f**k Jemma, what are you doing with this piece of s**t”

She didn’t even open her eyes, she just kept dancing. “I’m dancing with him Scott”. She finally opened her eyes and stared right into mine. I saw some amusement playing in them, “Or rather I’m dancing and he’s moving from side to side.”

I smiled back “I’m trying.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me Jemma, how far are you still going to drop? Don’t you know who this is?”

She looked at me again and without missing a beat she said “Where do you live Hunt”

I stopped smiling at “Small house of Dover Street”

“Well then, there is your answer Scott, I am dropping all the way to Dover street”

She took my arm and I felt important for the first time in my life, even though I was probably just being used, I didn’t care, I just wanted to be part of her. From the first moment I laid eyes on her, she had me.

Scott grabbed her arm and swung her around. “You’re not leaving with him, Jemma.”

She ripped her arm from his hold. “Yes I am.”

She turned around again and we started to walk out. “My father was right about you, you are a slut, just like your mother.”

I felt angry and jumped forward to hit him, but she pulled me back.

I could see the anger in her face. “Your father should know Scott, right, he’s the one she’s sleeping with.”

Scott swung his hand at her and connected his hand with her cheek. I ripped my arm from her hold on it and struck him across the face. I could feel his nose break, his blood burst from it. He dropped to the floor and as his friends stormed forward he shouted at them “Let them go, he deserves that bitch.”

She hooked her arm within mine and we started to walk away.

She gave me a sidelong stare as if she was trying to take my measure “Are you here with a car?”

“No, I got a bike at home”

She gave me a sweet smile. “Well then we'll just have to walk back to your place.”

“No problem”, I stared at her. I love the scenery.

She smiled at me, she knew exactly what I meant.