Chapter Four - Hunter

One punch led to another. The next thing everyone knew that the boring reunion they all desperately wanted to escape from became the most entertaining and adrenaline pumping incident they ever encountered after entering their 9 to 5 corporate jobs. It punctured my ego that I took some hit from Kai fucking Parker, but I could proudly say that you should have seen his face. I made sure my knuckles made connections with his jaw more than once. The fire I felt inside me was fueled by my hatred for him.

If only it weren't for Alex! Kai's side bitch had to butt in and give me a sucker punch. The atmosphere shifted after that. All this while people were playing the dumb spectators but after Alex butting in, my friends stepped in and it was like a domino's effect. The whole place turned into a forest with savage cavemen trying to rip one other apart. Within the blink of an eye, the venue became a battlefield filled with raging and uncontrollable drunkards. The place was totally trashed. And at the top of the chaos stood Kai and I. I was surprised that he lasted that long and was standing upright. He was a weakling in high-school. Now, I could see a glimpse of muscle peeking out behind his shirt and his strength spoke volume. I could still feel the sting of his punch on me. Unfortunately, it wasn't the only thing I was feeling. The cold metal around my wrists biting into my skin was getting on my skin more than anything.

“Come on, Dingleberry, don't be so hostile to your old friend.” I let out an irritated sigh, kicking the bar in front of me.

Much to my disappointment, Mr.Dingleberry didn't react to any of my approaches. He was learning from his past mistakes. Seemed like I needed to step it up and get under his skin like the handcuff was getting under mine.

“If it helps, you can jingle any dingle, Berry. I'm gonna make sure it happens even if I need to use all of my resources to cover up your bald head in order to get you laid.” I made sure to make a sincere face after that while from the inside I was grinning like a freaking teenager.

“You are still a bratty child.” I heard someone mutter near me, causing me to snap my eyes towards the said person.

Apparently, I was so into hating being back in cuffs that I didn't even remember the whole reason behind my predicament sitting beside me.

“He is never gonna grow up.” Dingleberry chirped in, giving me a disappointed shake of his head before turning his head ahead. I couldn't see him properly but that's what I knew he did. He always did that when he had to attend a call and found out I was there.

“And who the fuck are you to talk?” My nostrils flared at I yelled at him, “You are the fucking reason why all of it happened and why we are in fucking handcuffs, getting teleported to the damn police station.” Instead of getting angry, he smirked at me.

It was like my eyes were glued to him. Upon closer look, I could see his face was a mess with blood dripping down his nose. It almost made me feel guilty when he winced in pain while shoving a tissue paper into his injured nose, but that feeling vanished before it could fully surface. Instead, anger settled in when my eyes fell on his wrists.

“I might have striked first but you were the one who started it all.” He told me calmly while cleaning his nose.

“And speak for yourself. You are the only one in cuffs.” I knew the reason behind his smirk when he moved his hands together to mock my handcuffed hands.

This little shit. He knew how to drive me up the wall. I gripped the bars with my bound hand and asked Dingleberry, “Why the fuck ain't he handcuffed? Or you're just into me, Dingle? Want to get freaky with me by tying me up?” I spewed up nonsense just because I was fucking pissed.

I fucking hated Dingleberry though I could proudly say I gave him more reasons to hate me. I was a fucking menace when I was a teenager. Breaking rules and getting in trouble was my favorite pastime. Dingleberry was unfortunate enough to get a station in this area. I saw him more than I saw my dad at some point. Old good days! I couldn't totally blame him for treating me differently than Kai. His head probably went bald because he had to deal with me all the time. For the records, he had a head full of hair when I first saw him.

“Keep talking like that to a cop and your attorney will have a hard time bailing you out.” Dingleberry warned me, making me scoff.

“Did you just threaten me?” I acted surprised just to make him annoyed, “Well, you just gave me one thing to sue you.” Neither Dingleberry, nor the driver paid any attention to me.

“This is fucking ridiculous! Do you really have to do it, Dingleberry? Aren't we friends?” I tried another way to get him to make amends.

I couldn't just go to the police station and get my reputation tainted. Again. I made a name for myself. More importantly, I showed my family what I was capable of. They were not gonna take me seriously if the news broke out that I went to jail because of stupid fight at my fucking school reunion. I knew I could get a bail within hours, but I refused to spend even a second sitting beside this little shit.

“Friends? You peed in my coffee cup when I last arrested you and I drank half of it before spitting it out.” Dingleberry recounted old days with contempt dripping from his voice, making me roll my eyes.

“Not my fault that you can't smell shit, Dingle. And that was years ago. I was a kid back then.” I tried to reason with him.

“You are 27 and are still throwing a fit.” He dismissed me instead.

While I was ready to throw myself out of the car due to irritation, Kai was enjoying the show as if he bought a ticket for the front row.

“Who the fuck you are laughing at? Just because you aren't handcuffed, doesn't mean you are going to get princess treatment there as well.” I scowled at him.

Before my mind could encounter anything and spew vile things at him, the car came into a screeching halt and Kai ended up colliding with me, the back of his head landing on my lap, almost near my crotch.