Hunter and I walked out of the aisle and went towards the front desk where Emily was usually seen at. Except for this type of situation.

"So, how do you know that there might be food at Emily's desk?" I asked in curiosity.

Then, a thought hit me making me pause in my step. "Hold on. This is not you tricking me again like just now with the homeless person bullshit, right? Because if you are, I swear to God Hunter, I will turn cannibalistic and eat you!"

Hunter also stopped walking and turned to look at me. "I'm not tricking you; I promise. So, you can turn off your violent threats towards me now." He said while smiling in amusement.

"Okay. Fine. But the threat remains. I'm warning you in advance." I looked at him pointedly.

"Message received loud and clear." He grinned.

We then reached Emily's desk and stood in front of it. I made my final prayers to like every supernatural being there is to exist just so there would be food here.

The desk had three drawers horizontally and two cupboards on each side. Hunter opened each drawer and checked thoroughly but only disappointment came out of it.

Then, he opened the cupboard on the left and searched for any sign of food, but it was to no avail. I sighed frustratedly as I only felt my hunger increasing, making me feel weaker as moments passed.

After closing the left cupboard, Hunter moved on to the one on the right and opened it. Suddenly, his eyes widened as a relieved smile grew on his cheeks. I immediately knew what that meant.

I quickly went over to his side and scanned the contents of the right cupboard. Oh, thank all the beings in the world because there was a freaking packet of Two Bite Brownies! I took the packet in my hands and was about to rip it open when Hunter stopped me.

"Wait! Let's check the expiry date first."

That probably is the wise and healthy thing to do.

Hunter took the packet from me and examined the packet with his analyzing gaze while I took this chance to examine him. I could see him clearly now that the natural light was shining on him through the circular window.

I haven't looked at him properly in three whole months. I always avoided his presence in school and went out of my way to make sure that I'd never bump into him accidentally or something.

So, now that I'm taking a clear look at him, I can't deny the fact that he still looks glorious. Especially since the natural light shining on him is making him glow beautifully.

It was just like that day in the library where we were reading our own books and I got distracted by him and blatantly stared at him. Those were simpler times. Unlike now where we were literally hunting for food in a low ventilated library.

I sighed and looked away. Then, my vision landed on an electronic device that rested on Emily's desk. "Hunter?"

"Yeah?"

"Why are we not using Emily's computer to get out of here?"

"Because we don't know her password."

"Aren't you like close to her?"

He gave me a not-impressed look. "Do you really think she'll tell me her password?"

"That would've been really helpful," I muttered.

"You're an idiot, Hera." Hunter chuckled. "This hasn't expired yet so let's just eat this for now, ya?" Hunter said taking me out of my thoughts.

"Oh. Thank you."

We sat on the floor and rested our backs against Emily's desk on the front side. I then ripped open the brownie packet and let Hunter take one before I took one myself. We wasted no time indulging in the goodness of the brownie and I could feel my stomach thanking me for feeding it.

"God, this tastes so good," I said taking another brownie from the packet.

"I never really liked brownies but I'm thankful that it exists now," Hunter said making me snort.

"We have to thank Emily for keeping food in here. She literally saved us from dying." I said dramatically.

"Yeah, we really do. Although we were not even close to dying but whatever floats your boat." He teased.

I glared at him playfully to which he laughed at me. We then just sat there in silence while munching on the fantastic brownies until it finished. It wasn't nearly enough to fill my stomach, but it was enough to survive an hour or two.

"Are we going to die in here? Because it's the weekend and no one will come to the school, let alone to the library." I asked feeling hopeless all of a sudden.

"Of course not, Hera. We're not going to die in here. Our family is going to notice that we are missing eventually so don't lose hope, okay?"

"Well, my mom is definitely not going to be searching for me anytime soon because she is currently in another town attending a wedding." I sighed defeatedly. "Maybe your family will notice soon?"

"Uh, actually they might not," Hunter said while fidgeting a little anxiously.

I frowned. "Why?"

"I, kind of, have been going home really late at night almost every day. So, Ray is pissed with me and hasn't been talking to me very much lately."

"Why were you out so late?" I asked rather worriedly.

Hunter scratched the back of his neck while avoiding my gaze and that only made me more curious and concerned about him.

"Hunter, what have you been doing all those nights?" I prompted with a stern tone.

"I-I have been drinking." He whispered.

"Oh."

Why in hell would Hunter be drinking? He always told me that he hated the smell and taste of alcohol. He was repulsed by anything that contained alcohol. How is he drinking something he absolutely loathes? And why?

Oh my God. Did he lie about this too? Did he lie to me about his dislike towards alcohol just like how he lied about his love towards me?

"I still hate alcohol. If that's what you're thinking about."

"I wasn't," I said defensively.

"Just letting you know anyway." He said gazing at me with determination.

"Then why are you drinking? It doesn't make sense." I asked feeling confused.

"I just needed to get drunk. And apparently, the only way to get drunk is to consume liquor."

"But why do you need to get drunk?"

Hunter looked into my eyes with a piercing gaze that made me weak in the knees. "Because I needed to forget."

I moved my gaze away from him due to the immense amount of intensity flowing through his eyes. What does he need to forget? What is it that made him turn to alcohol, the one beverage he dislikes with passion?

I really wanted to ask those questions. It was at the tip of my tongue to be very honest. But I know better than to step into the danger zone. So, that is why I decided to go with the safer questions.

"Is everything okay? Did something happen at home or something? Is that why you pissed Ray off?"

Hunter stared at me for a few moments before shaking his head. "Everything's fine. Ray is just pissed because he thinks I'm acting like some spoiled brat. His words, not mine."

"And why were you acting like a spoiled brat?" I asked pointedly.

"I wasn't. I just didn't show up to work a couple of times. But that doesn't mean I'm suddenly a spoiled kid."

I frowned. "Why didn't you show up to work?"

"What is this? An interrogation?" He asked irritated.

I put my hands up in the air in defense. "I was just making conversation."

Hunter sighed exasperatedly and ran his fingers through his hair. "Let's just talk about something else, okay?"

"Okay."

It then became incredibly awkward. What is there to talk about with your ex-boyfriend? How do you have a totally normal conversation without it becoming awkward or leading us into yet another fight? I really don't know.

"So, what do you want to talk about?" I asked.

"You."

I jerked my head to meet his mesmerizing grey eyes. "Me?"

"Yeah. What's going on in your life?"

I looked at him to try and detect any humor on his face but there was none. He was serious about this. "Really, Hunter?"

"What? I'm genuinely curious. And it's only fair that since we talked about me, it's your turn to talk about you."

That actually made sense.

I sighed. "Nothing much has been going in my life, really." I moved my gaze away from him. "I did get another job, though."

I fiddled with the hem of my shirt as I was kind of nervous to reveal this small information to him. I don't know why but I had a feeling that he would feel something that's definitely not on the positive side. But that could just me being delusional.

"Oh. Where?" He asked in a softer tone while refusing to look at me.

I didn't know what he was feeling. Due to the darkness of the library, I couldn't get a good look at him especially with him not meeting my eyes. It was already too hard to read Hunter and he was just making it way harder. But the real question is that why do I even want to know what Hunter is feeling?

"At a dance school. I'm teaching children how to dance part-time."

Hunter suddenly smirked surprising me. "You're teaching little kids how to dance? They're actually paying you to do that?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" I said while crossing my arms.

"Well, you're not exactly qualified-"

I slapped Hunter's arm as I gasped in disbelief. "How dare you! You take that back, right now, Hunter Knight!"

He grinned widely. "I'm not taking back anything."

"Fine," I said as an idea popped in my head.

He frowned. "Fine?"

I nodded while putting on a big smile making Hunter further confused. "I'm going to prove to you that I am qualified."

"And how are you planning to do that?"

"I'm going to teach you how to dance."