Hunter was a class clown, annoying, and had some sort of reason he liked to cling to you.

You always sat in front of him on the bus, and afterschool today, someone was in your spot.

You had to sit next to Hunter, but thankfully he let you sit next to the window.

Hunter was screaming and laughing with his friends before glancing at you, seeing you staring out the window.

He nudged your arm with his elbow, his attention now only on you.

“You don’t like sitting next to me?” he teased, a smirk spread on his lips.