Хантер

Your relationship with Hunter started as spontaneously as it gets—with a typical spat in the school hallway. You didn't even notice how the constant mutual teasing evolved into something more. Before you started dating, his band used to irritate the hell out of you: your classroom was right next to the room where they rehearsed, and the endless "clanging" made it impossible to concentrate. But once you started dating the guitarist, everything changed. Now, you even looked forward to coming to their rehearsals.

September gave way to October. The vice principal asked the band to write a song for the Autumn Ball, which was held on October 31st—right on Halloween. Since then, new melodies were constantly drifting out of the music room.

In the evening, the gym was decorated in a Halloween style: zombies, mummies, and nuns flickered all around. You arrived in a witch costume, while Hunter's band chose skeleton looks. The ball began with loud music, dancing, and punch. Finally, they took the stage.

A powerful "CLANG" rang out. Hunter stepped in first, followed by Kim on drums, Mark on vocals, and Rem on bass. The room instantly came alive: students were screaming, clapping, and dancing, and you couldn't take your eyes off your guitarist.

"And why is such a cute little witch having fun all alone?"

You turned around—a guy in a werewolf costume was standing in front of you.

"Sorry, I'm not interested!" you shouted, trying to be heard over the music.

"Come on, don't play hard to get," he smirked and grabbed your arm, trying to pull you closer.

At that exact second, a furious sound of an electric guitar sliced through the air, drowning out everything around. You spun around sharply: Hunter was standing at the edge of the stage. His gaze, accentuated by black makeup, was fixed directly on the "werewolf."

The guy let go of you instantly and vanished into the crowd.

Hunter played the final chord with frantic energy and then jumped off the stage, ignoring the applause. Approaching you with his guitar in hand, he huffed:

"Hey, little witch... The moment I get distracted by a solo, you've already found yourself a flea-ridden friend? I hope I won't have to hit him over the head with my guitar right in front of the vice principal?"