#bitchy

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‘Over here Scott! Mr Hunter over here, tell us where's your sister tonight? Is she here?’

Yet again, you were at another one of your brother’s games. With the consistent questions and photos being taken you’d think you would be used to it by now. As usual however, there’s nothing you would rather do than be on the rink, alone, skating. Not here. Not with him. You don’t hate hockey as a sport but admitting that you dislike hockey players would literally be saying you hate your brother. And you don’t hate him, but with what's been going on between you two, you don’t know if you love or hate him. Every hour you spend with him in that apartment drives you insane, so you hope that soon you’ll hear from a university who’ll let you join this late into the academic calendar.

Moving back in with your brother was not on your list for the year. But since you got kicked out from your last apartment, it was a last resort. It was a nice place, but it wasn’t home. And that’s the only thing you want. This one thing, one place where you can relax, but most importantly, call your own. The whole moving thing strained all of your relationships. Not with just your brother, but exes of yours wouldn’t stay with someone who ‘can’t stay two minutes away from her brother because she’s a fucking psycho who’s going to take everything away because nobody makes a career from figure skating or staying in her brothers shadow.’

So yeah, you have your fair share of reasons why this isn’t working. But how exactly could you just say you can’t do this anymore to him? Where would you go? Briar hasn’t gotten back to you regarding your request of a private form and so you’ve kind of got nowhere to go.. On top of this, nothing seems to be going your way lately and it seems like every door just closes in front of your face which then turns around and laughs at you. Constantly having to prove that you're not your brother, but your own person who can be respected for what she does, without the fact that your surname haunts you. Every interaction, every interview, all the looks shared in crowds are associated with the fact you're his sister. The smaller one. The one who isn’t ever going to be as good as the ‘successful’ Hunter sibling.

‘Y/N? Come here for a sec?’ calls out a graspy voice.

Here we go again.

‘I’m here, I'm here, who needs what from me now,’ you mutter. You walk on over to the voice, where you're greeted by no one other than your brother, oh and of course, a reporter. ‘Y/n i'm sorry but they specifically asked for you, it shouldn’t be long.’ Scott adds. ‘I’ll see you back at my apartment later.’ He glances over you and raises his eyebrows as to why you're in a foul mood. Shrugging in reply, you move on over to the reporter. ‘Hi Miss Hunter, Holly Davidson here with Fox News. Do you mind if we ask you some questions? It’ll only take a few minutes.’

No i do mind but your going to anyway-

‘Mhm sure i guess ,’ you shrug.

Scott nods and walks away towards the changing rooms without so much as sparing a glance at you.

Asshole.

‘Alrighty then, if you just stand over here we’ll get the camera set up in a bi-’

‘I thought this was just a normal interview. I didn't know I was being filmed. Did my brother set this up? Or is this just another thing to waste my time.’ Heads turn, but nobody says a word.

‘No,’ Holly laughs. ‘It’s not, and it’s just me. Now do you mind if we start this? I’ve got to get through a few today and you’re the first one.’

You nod silently.

‘Okay. First question. How do you cope with all this pressure of being Scott Hunter's younger sister? Is it hard? What’s it like?’She questions.

‘What do you mean?’ you reply cautiously.

Holly glances at you before speaking again. ‘Well, it must be difficult being kicked out from your old apartment and being stuck with him, so what’s he like? Has he got a girlfriend yet? Anything we should know about him? And additionally…’

You were brought here to be asked about your brother. Not you. Not your life.

Him.

‘I’m not doing this.’

‘Uhm, okay. But we-’

‘No. Stop asking me questions about him. If you want answers go ask him yourself. Stop treating me like a messenger Molly. Or whatever your name is. I don’t care. Just don’t ask me questions where it’s only about my brother. I have a life. I have a career. Do you not care about me? Or do you care about me because I'm related to him?’

Suddenly, the room seems very quiet.

Holly laughs awkwardly, ‘N- We jus-’

And you walk away.

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You turn the corner towards the changing rooms to try to find your brother, and figure out what all of that was about. Surely he’d sense that the interviewer would only be interested in him. You get he’s busy but you didn’t think that he’d be this busy to completely ignore what’s going on… right?

‘Scott? Can we talk for a second, it’s kind of important,’ you yell. ‘Scott?!’

Sensing someone coming up from behind you, you turn around and see that it’s not actually him, but the captain of the team he was just playing against, Ilya Rozanov.

‘Ah, Mini Hunter! Is your brother sad because I beat him again? He is like a baby crying right?’ he comments.

‘Funny Rozanov, but no. I need to find him to ask him why’d he set me up with an interviewer who’s only interested in sucking him off. I just- ugh,’ you retorted.

‘So he is not needing assistance? I thought he’d be crying already, but I see it's not that simple, no?’

You give a dry laugh before answering him, ‘Ha, nope. Scott’s just being Scott. You know how he is. Well, on the ice at least. He’s a nice guy but, it’s d- nevermind. I'm leaving soon anyway. I got into the university I applied for, so at least I'm getting out of that apartment because living with him for any longer will probably send me insane. It’s infuriating.’

The both of you laugh and once it dies down, he speaks again, ‘Mini Hunter, your brother is an asshole. But I see it is not the only thing going on, probably more but I don't know. In the next game I will play against him, I beat him. Easy peasy! I see you ‘round yes?’

You look at him before he shrugs and then walks away, ‘Bye Rozanov. See you.’

-

Waking around more, you can’t find your brother anywhere. He’d said he’d be by the changing rooms when you ‘finish’ your interview, but he’s nowhere to be found. And he was the only way you're getting back to the apartment. So what that means is that he left you.

You grab your phone, attempt to call him, and it goes to voicemail.

Right. Of course it does. Then what happens is-

‘Scott where the fuck are you? You left me here with that shitty interviewer who only asked questions about you which to my guess you already knew about, so honestly you're an ass for that. If you're sneaking off with someone you better let me know because that’s just a terrible thing to do without letting me know. I have no way back, and you just decided your own needs are more important to be fulfilled. And by the way? I’m moving out. I got into Briar. So luckily for you I'm going to be out of your hair. I wish I never went back to living with you in the first place. Even Rozanov is on my side and he hates your guts. You're a dick Scott Hunter. A fucking dick.’ And you hang up.

Guess you're making your own way back home.

Great

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Weeks pass and unfortunately you're still living with your brother in his apartment. But lately there's been constant arguments about small things, and it’s all becoming too much. You can’t handle it anymore. And not only that, but Scott claims to be busy too often, forgetting small things that you’d like to celebrate with him because you thought he’d be proud. But he forgets, and forgets, and forgets. He’s a nice guy, your brother, but you’d wish you’d talk to him more.

Knowing him would be nice. But not that he knows you.

A few hours pass and you're halfway into cleaning your room when you suddenly get a phone call from an unknown number. Pausing your playlist,you pick up.

‘Hello? Who is this?’

The line is silent for a while before a female voice replies.

‘ Hi, my name is Louise Watson, am I speaking to Y/N Hunter? I’m calling from Briar University.’

You take a deep breath,‘Yeah this is she, uhm, is everything okay with my application?’

‘Everything is alright with your application. However I’m just calling to let you know that unfortunately the private dorm we said we would arrange for you is no longer available. We are rooming you with four other girls, all of which are really nice , who we think will help in your journey here..

You sigh, ‘Are you sure there’s no private dorms? I don’t want to seem like a whiny bitch but I'd really not share my personal space with anyone. And they know each other, won’t it be weird?’

The line goes quiet again. ‘No unfortunately not, I just double checked and that dorm is the only one we can fit you in. The girls there are really sweet though, so trust me, you’ll be okay. And you can come to me for assistance. My office is outside down the hall of the main building so if things really don’t work out you can come and let me know and we can figure something out for you. Believe me Miss Hunter, we understand those new students this late in the year at Briar U might need some time to adapt and get used to things, but people all across campus and teachers will be there to assist you. So will I. Now, I'll email you a list of what you might need, and you can begin moving stuff over anytime from now. You’ve got a small room reserved in that dorm which your stuff will be moved to. Allie and the others will take care of it till you get there. Until then, welcome to Briar University!’

Glancing over across your bedside lamp, you flip down the photo of you and Scott and answer back into the phone, ‘ Thanks. See you soon.’ Then hang up.

Well, at least you tried.

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After hours of getting stuff ready for moving out, Scott walks through the front door. He dumps his kit bag on the couch and walks directly to the fridge in silence.

Odd.

‘What’s up with you Sc-’

‘Your leaving?’ he growls.

You let out a bark of laughter. ‘Ah, so you're able to pick your phone up but you forget to pick me up, I see,’ you chuckle. ‘I’m leaving. And it’s going to be the best day of my life. Out of here. You’ll be happy. You can have whoever you want over whenever you want without me here. Most of my stuff’s packed, and stuff should begin to be going over there tomorrow. Thanks for paying attention to me though, you really know me. Tell me Scott, who were you giving head to this time? Someone who’s only interested in your fame and money, or-’

‘You don’t even know me at all either Y/n!’ he bellows. ‘You say you want me to know you but you don’t even try to know who I am. You constantly complain about me not being there for you and alright I know sometimes i might not be but when are you actually present for me? You come to my games and I look over hoping you actually enjoy seeing me play because god it would be nice for the only family member I have left to care about me. Instead every single time you just seem so bored and miserable I never actually see the point of you coming. This whole hockey thing is the dream I've had since I was a kid. And honestly, sharing it with someone is all I have really ever wanted. Mom would want that, Dad too. So why don’t you try Y/N? Why does it always have to be the other way around for someone else to try?’ He stops and stares at you. And the room goes dead quiet.

‘You want me there for you but when are you there for me? You didn’t even know that I was applying for courses! You know how hard I've worked to get here and losing my apartment ruined me Scott. I have literally nothing but the rink and i thought i had you but you just think your this big thing and im constantly in your shadow being compared to you how i’m not as successful as you and how i’m not good enough to be a skater and how lame i am with the fact i chose to do something different from you. I swear to God if I chose my own way I wouldn't want to be spending any more time here with you because you're driving me insane. You're complaining that I'm always the issue and that I don't try but Jesus Christ Scott Hunter, you're no better than me! At all. So have your apartment, have your way. I’m going to Briar and I'm going to enjoy my life instead of being trapped in this circus with you. Don’t bother with me anymore because I'm done.’

The both of you are left standing there, and before you do something else reckless, you turn around, grab your small suitcase of bare necessities and walk out the door, ready to face the new world of Briar U.

It should be fine.

Right?

- You arrive at the airport, and once you head through check in and security you grab a bite to eat and relax before your flight. Double checking you’ve actually got your passport (thank god because we all go through that), you reach for your phone. And it’s just the normal emails and instagram notifications from people who you don’t actually know. Nothing from Scott but you did tell him to not bother anymore. At least he listened to you this time.

The flight is over pretty quickly, as Massachusetts isn’t that far from New York City by plane, so once you pass through and get your luggage, you trek on over to pick up, to find your taxi waiting for you already.

‘Miss Hunter?’ the guy asks.

‘Hi, yeah that’s me,’ you respond, glancing briefly over him . ‘My name is William and I'm your taxi driver for today.Let me grab your stuff and you can head on in the car alright?’

You thank him and sit in the back of the car. It’s a nice feeling being in a place where you have no memories. A fresh start. You think of the last thing you said to Scott, opening your messages one last time, then settling in whilst Darwin turns the radio on low in the background, and the last thing you remember is the beloved tunes of Bowie before you take a doze off.

-

A couple hours later and you're jolted awake by a small tap on your shoulder.

‘Woah heyyy there. Miss Hunter, whilst it seems you had a great nap. I'm pleased to tell you that we have reached Briar University. Would you like any help taking stuff in further or are you okay from here?’ says William.

Opening your eyes further, you become very aware that your smack bangs in front of the main building, where that woman you spoke to said you should go. (Top work from our man William here, say thank you to William).

Shaking your head, you thank him and hand over the money for the journey, with an extra tip in there for him ( we love William) and head up to the office where new students go. It seems to be quite peaceful right now, perhaps everyone is at class or at the hockey rink for a game. Unsure, you drag yourself and your suitcase to go knock on the door of the Chancellor, who greets you with a smile nobody should have at 6pm on a Monday evening.

‘Oh Miss Hunter! Welcome i say, welcome to Briar University! We are so pleased that you are able to join us. Now, we know here that you are a late starter, but not to worry. Your grades seem to be just fine if you know what you’re doing. To begin with, we’ll go over a few ground rules, then I shall lead you to your dorm. That reminds me actually, you don’t know who you're sharing with do you? I think Mrs Watson spoke to you about it but I'm not sure about to what detail.’

‘Uh, she just said I wasn't getting my private dorm and that I'm sharing it with four girls. Kind of all that I was told really,’ you say.

‘Therefore I shall explain to you not to worry. You’ll be located in a dorm with girls named Allie Hayes, Hannah Wells, Grace Ivers and Sabrina James. If I might add, they are delightful students and people here at Briar, and I'm sure they will help you settle in quite quickly! Oh yes, I should think so.’

After what seems like a while, The Chancellor explains rules about Briar, and the conversation dies down when a sharp knock is heard at the door.

The Chancellor shrugs embarrassingly, ‘I’m so sorry I was unaware of an interruption. A-come in! Again Miss Hunter my deepest apologies.’

The door opens to reveal a very tall, rather good looking blond man. He’s wearing a Briar University Jacket, so you assume he goes here.

‘Sorry Sir, i was uh- wondering if you knew of the timings for the game that was postponed on sunda-’

The Chancellor gasps, ‘ Mr Di-Laurentis! You claim to be good at timings but i shall say you are terrible at knowing when to enter a room. To answer your query rather begrudgingly, I do not know when it is rescheduled for. Ask Coach Jensen, and if not, then you wait it out. I’m rather busy here with a new student, so if you may, leave.’

The blond man nods sharply, and briefly flashes a smile in your direction. He thanks the Chancellor once more, and then exits. You hear him mutter briefly under his breath, but it is not words of joy.

The conversation continues between you and the Chancellor, until he guides you to where you share a dorm now. He leads you into a huge building, where paintings and people seem to be everywhere you look. You never had the chance to do a tour of Briar, so seeing it in person is rather unfathomable. It’s most certainly a place you’ve never ever had a chance to be in growing up. He leads you up the stairs and you think briefly of your parents, and what they’d say if they saw you now.

They’d be disappointed in the fact you’re not talking to Scott anymore.

Wiping tears before they fall, you arrive before a door with four names on it:

Allie Hannah Grace Sabrina.

The Chancellor coughs before he speaks again, ‘Ah, so here we are. Now, I'm sure the girls will help you further into settling in, and as for now Miss Hunter, I shall leave you to it. Welcome to Briar University!’

He vanishes rather quickly for your liking, so you take a final breath in peace, before the door swings open in your face.

‘HIIII! ARE YOU OUR NEW ROOMIE! I’M ALLIE AND OH MY GOSH I’M SO GLAD YOU’RE HERE FINALLY,’ she yells in your face.

Charming.

‘Oh my gosh I'm so sorry about her,’ another girl hurries to stand behind her . She’s got a denim jacket on, with the same Briar U logo, only it seems to be too big for her. ‘I’m Hannah, and I'm sure Allie introduced herself quite well. Come on in and I can show you to your space and introduce you to the other two girls.’

Upon entering the room, you notice how homely it feels. They’ve seemed to have decorated it to what seems to be everywhere with photos, banners and the usual homework laid out on the several tables in the main room.

‘So this is your room! We cleaned it up to the best of the time we had so I hope it’s okay. Behind me is Sabrina and Grace,’ the other girls standing behind her wave at you, and you give them a small smile back before Hannah speaks again. ‘So I'm sure you got everything you need but if there is anything we can do to help let us know. And sorry about Allie she’s kinda drunk a little bit right now so,’ you both laugh a bit at that, whilst Allie looks offended.

‘I am soooo not drunk right now i swea-,’ she hiccups,’ waitt are youu like, Scott Hunter’s lil sister! Oh my godd i swear you're so much cooler tha-’ she hiccups again ‘ himm i’ve seen you on tv ugh i wish i was as cool as you’ she shrieks.

‘Okayyy babes, let's get you to bed okay let’s go drink some water too yeah? Come on,’ speaks Grace. She leads Allie into what seems to be her room.

‘So, New York huh? I haven’t been there in a while,’ spoke Sabrina. Hannah nods in agreement.

‘Uh yeah.’ you mumble. ‘I grew up there since I was young. My parents always wanted to live in a big city to give us a chance to succeed, but that’s about it.’

The conversation continues naturally, and finishes a couple hours later when you all decide to head in for the night.

Upon entering your room, you empty a couple boxes that arrived when you came here. A photo of your parents, some medals, books and other nick nacks you’ve collected over the years. When you open the last box, you notice a small wooden frame in the top corner of the box. You pull it out of the box and see it’s a photo of you and Scott. It’s at your first ever competition from around 8 years ago. You're both smiling at the photo, and see him glancing down at you. He seemed so happy to be next to you. And you remember him saying ,‘I'll be here for you cheering you on from the stands for the rest of your life.’

If only that were so true now.

The next morning you wake up, the sun shining beautifully from the window, when you hear a soft knock at your bedroom door. ‘Hmph, yeah who is it’ you grumble whilst still laying in bed. The door opens to reveal Hannah, who’s wearing the same oversized Briar U Jacket from yesterday.

‘Hey,’ she says quietly. ‘Oh I'm so sorry! Did I wake you? I can go if you need me to I'm so sorry.’

You sit up, ‘No no no it’s alright. Is everything okay?’

‘Everything's okay right now. The girls, well, minus Allie as she’s quite hungover, are all heading down to Malone’s later if you’re interested in joining. My boyfriend and his friends are going to be there and I think it’ll be awesome to introduce you to more people on campus. But no pressure whatsoever i promise that whatever you choose to do will be okay.’

Well that explains the jacket at least.

‘Uh, sure. I don’t really talk much to people so i’m just going to float in the space if you’re still fine with me tagging along.’

She grins. ‘No of course we’d want you there. You’re our new roomie! It’ll be nice to introduce you to the others as well anyway.’

‘Alright then just, let me give you my number then you can text me the address and time and i’ll attempt to be there.’

Hannah nods. ‘Yeah. Yeah alright.’

She hands you her phone and unlocks it to reveal a photo of her and her boyfriend in a sweet embrace. You enter your contact information in her phone, and she promises to let you know later the plan.

Once she leaves, you think back to Scott. Specifically living with him. And the fact multiple ex partners of yours never showed the same affection to you in the whole relationship, and you just saw a photo which explains what true love actually is. You’ve seen photos, movies, heard songs about it. But you wish that one day, you’d be the one recreating that photo with your own partner.

-

A few hours later and you successfully made it to Malone’s which Hannah was speaking about earlier. From inside you can see her sat down at a table with a large group, with all of them laughing and one who’s arms are over her shoulder.

You walk inside the building and are immediately greeted by Allie who throws herself around you. ‘I thought you were, and I quote, severely hung over and can never go out in public again,’ you laugh.

She glares at you in false disbelief. ‘I totally didn’t say that this is- you seeing this? She’s here for not even a full day yet and this is how I'm treated,’ she laughs.

Sliding into the booth, you turn briefly to each of the people surrounding you at the table.

‘Oh! Right,’ speaks Allie. ‘You’ve met us girls but this huge teddy bear next to our Hannah is none other than Garrett Graham, the one with dirt on his face is John Logan, John Tucker is the one who is seemingly holding a Banana, and finally the blondie sat next to you is Dean Di Laurentis.’

The guys smile at you, and from beside you, you sense Dean looking you over.

‘Not interested dude. Don’t even think about it,’ you hiss.

He stares in your eyes,’ I didn’t even say anything jeez lad- hey wait a minute I remember you! YOUR the new girl who’s meeting with the Chancellor i interrupted yesterday right?’

Oh tonight's going to be a long night.

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I worked so hard on this so likes comments n reblog are so so appreciated!

I'm going to be introducing some smau type additions into this, so group messages ect.

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