#para {hunter}

     Hunter sucked at history. He sucked at all academics, if he wa being quite honest, but he just needed to survive the next couple of years and he would be drafted. Besides, there was a baseline that he needed to maintain his football scholarship and stay on the team and he was pretty well within that. Except for that last history test. Failing was a little fucking harsh. Professor Manning wasn’t in his office, so Hunter hit up the next best thing. “What up, teach?” He barged into the office as though he owned it, and although Florida didn’t quite have the title of teacher, it rolled off the tongue. “Yo, look, I need an appointment with Manning asap.” He flashed a pretty smile and leaned over Florida’s desk, palms flat on it, so his 6′4″ frame was curved over her slightly. “Please? Lock the door and I’ll ask super nicely.” // @smallljoys

     “Fuck off.” Hunter’s jaw was set in its usual place, though the rest of him was somewhat muted, despite his words. Eyebrows were at rest instead of their usual furrow, lips pressed together, but not too tightly. They parted only for him to add, “I’ve got, like, one hour until practice and I haven’t done any of this fucking calculus bullshit, so just. Fuck. Off.”