Most people treated Hunter like a landmine, because apparently he was the ‘crazy’ one for not taking shit and retaliating. Some had a habit of poking the bear for laughs, and Hunter had long since adopted the philosophy that if they wanted a reaction so bad they would get one.

He’d always had a short temper, one that over the years left him with scarred knuckles and a reputation. He doubted it was a shock to anyone when a stare that lingered a bit too long left some poor soul getting his attention.

“The fuck are you lookin’ at? Huh?”

Hunter asks, the bite to his voice already catching the attention of a couple students in the hall. Hunter cocks his head to the side taking a step closer with dark, narrowed eyes.

“C’mon. You got somethin’ smart to say? Say it to my fuckin’ face.”