The Bad Boy's Tiny Dancer

Prologue

Hunter

I woke up because of the strange movement of my bed. It was like I was on a ship that had a sailor with three eyes, two of them blind that is. I groaned and shut my eyes as far as I could and mustered a groan deep within my throat

"Sav, get off" I groaned as I felt the little hands grabbing at my hair and repeatedly slamming my head onto my pillow. I was going to have a headache no doubt.

"No! Wake up Hunter! Mum told me you're the one who's going to drop me off!" She yelled making me cringe but I kept my eyes shut.

"Well then tell Mum I'll pick you up and Colton can drop you off" I groaned shooing her away to our younger brother. I heard her huff but finally leave dramatically slamming my door, eight year olds are such drama queens. I sighed nestling my head on my pillows embracing the comforts of sleep

"You owe me Hunt!" I heard before sleep finally took over
***

"Hunter wake up!" I heard my Mum yell and I quickly sat up, startled

"10 minutes before, Savannah's class ends and you still have drool on your face" she scolded looking at me. I groaned

"Mum, you know very well that I cannot be trusted with this kind of stuff...beside Mrs. Prescott hates me" I mumbled the last part feeling absolutely bummed about the situation. I could be having the time of my life right now, eating pizza with some mates.. I could be sleeping for fuck's sake

"Stop being a lazy bum and fetch your sister. Mrs. Prescott wouldn't even be there, she'd hurt her ankle the other day. Now go off I believe the replacement girl is about your age" she winked shutting my door. I scoffed, I could get any girl I wanted and besides anyone related to Mrs. Prescott is immediately a NO on my wish list

I groggily got up still feeling a slight side effect of Savannah's hair pulling and head slamming but I was well. I didn't even make an effort at dressing up just got one of my beat up joggers that were lying around the floor and a jumper that I got from a sorority party.

"Mum I'm off" I hollered at my mother who was busy baking what I believe to be cookies.

"Take the car and invite Sav's instructor I heard she moved in here for college" she yelled back which made want to go back home and ask her with all the American I've got in me a blatant 'Excuse me?! What bitch' but I couldn't

1. I'm not American
2. I'd probably fuck up
3. She's my mum
4. I'm not American

So instead I'll settle for option 5.

"Can't hear you Mum a huge tunnel has apparently made its presence know in our garage" I yelled and didn't even wait for a reply as I started the engine of my car and started speeding out of the garage.

I entered the brightly colored building mostly filled with shades of purple and pink. I looked so out of place not because I looked different but because they looked at me differently. Shove it up your arse! I walked through brightly colored hallways and spotted Savannah's classroom

"He doesn't even know who One Direction are!?" I heard Savannah's voice resonate through the slightly opened door and I rolled my eyes but resisted the urge to scoff

One Erection. Who gives a shit

"Frankly, I don't know who they are too, Sav. But judging from what you said, your brother is quite a douche" she chuckled, I was yet to see her face and I already hated her. Of course she was gonna be your typical ballerina with lean physique, big tits and a pink frilly tutu that made even the tooth fairy fall on her knees. I scowled. Bitch

"You don't know who they are. Oh you must come with us! I can show my room and-blah blah blah" was all I heard spewing out of my little sister's mouth as she babbled on about her fetish. I think it's time I put a stop to this. Save the poor girl from going deaf

I slammed the door open glare already in place as I searched the room "Alright Sav, time to go home" but when my eyes landed on them my voice died inside my throat. Sat on the canter of polished floor surrounded by mirrored walls was a girl far shorter than me her legs were crossed as she animatedly listened to my little sister. The ballerina stereotype I pegged on her turning to a pile of bullshit as she didn't have a frilly pink tutu. She had a black and dark red frilly skirt along with a pair of black tights. No pink leotards and tight boob-emphasizing top but rather a lose hanging AC⚡️DC top. No pointy pink ballet shoes but black boots that were a little roughed up

"Hunter!" Sav knocked me out of my daydream as she ran towards me and wrapped her arms around my torso. I chuckled and ruffled her hair as she groaned and pulled away fixing her hair. I looked over at the Tiny Dancer who seemed fixated on the stereo.

"Oh you must meet her!" Sav gushed like she had just me her super hero. I let her drag me away to a dark haired girl who was now dancing to the beat of 'No Diggity' in a somewhat combination of ballet and street.

"Cas! This is my brother, Hunter" Sav grinned as the girl stopped to look at us mostly at Sav, which somehow ticked me off. Then I remembered what I wore. Shit! Then at the worst time my phone started to ring really loud

🔊Mama we all go to hell🔊 my phone blared the My chemical Romance Classic that was significantly assigned to my mum. I looked at the girl as she studied me. Fuck it!

"Hey. Yeah Mum..No I haven't asked her..Fine!" I groaned as my Mum nagged on about her invitation to Sav's dance instructor. I passed the phone to Sav who took it gingerly.

"Yippee! Thank you Mum" she said once she finished talking and hurriedly grabbed the dancer's hand off to what I assume was the car. I sighed this is such bullshit
***
The car ride was as awkward as horses trying to mate...Sav sang a version of her favorite song, from that band that I yet to remember name, the spastic version of it. As the Tiny Dancer hummed softly to a song I recognized as Kids in the Dark by All Time Low. The girl had taste I'd give her points for that because in the looks department she already had that down pat 10/10 and if didn't look like a piece of shit right now I'd totally be hitting on her. But unfortunately I have 0/10 confidence because
A.) I look like a hobo
B.) she's hot
C.) I have a headache
D.) she's hot af

I'm out of options

"So what's your name" I asked hoping I didn't sound as spastic as Savannah when she tried to sing

"Cassidy" she spoke softly almost as fluid as her movement "Call me Cas" she spoke indifferently

"I'm Hunter" I spoke and with that all conversations died as we just listened to Savannah's horrible singing

***
"Oh thank god" I praised the lord for making me live through that without going deaf

"Mummy we're home, I brought Cas!" Sav yelled. I groaned rushing up to clean myself up before repeating my introduction to the Tiny Dancer. I quickly shoved off my clothes and tidied up my hair and checking myself twice on the mirror before rushing downstairs and into the kitchen. Where no one but Mum and Sav sat.

I checked the living room
The basement
The garage
My room
The bathroom
But no Tiny Dancer was found

"Where's the Tiny Dancer?"

"She already left" my Mum smirked as if she already knew what I was looking for in the first place

That scheming witch

"Awww and he got all dolled up too" Colton snickered but stopped once I glared at him

"She lives right across the street" Sav tilted her head crumbs still covering her jaw. But the little information she just shared had me on cloud 9 and I don't even know why...