Broadshaire School of Arts; the dream of every artist, dancer and musician. When Mary-Kate Thompson gets accepted for a transfer after struggling all year with a loss of a family member, she gladly leaves her life in Australia behind and travels acr...
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Smoke arose from the engine as Mary-Kate placed her chin comfortably on her pulled up knees, her curious eyes never leaving Antonio's tall form, his curious eyes doing their best to locate what the problem was this time. Without much success apparently, for he stood up from his hunched position and sighed, his hands gripping his waist with annoyance.
Mary-Kate, who even though was advised to stay in the car to avoid the cold and the suffocating smoke, wrapped her fingers around the metal handle and stepped out of the car. The cool atmosphere pricked at every exposed patch of skin, her cheeks and the tip of her sculpted nose turning a light color of pink already. But she was well protected from her clothes to really be affected by the low temperature, simply zipping up her jacket for extra protection. What she was worried more about was Antonio, whose clothes were much lighter than hers, and Mary-Kate was afraid he would wake the next morning with a nasty cold snipping away at him.
But Antonio seemed unfazed by the low temperature, or showed any signs of him being at all cold. Underneath his skin and inside his veins warm blood always rushed, giving him a heat that kept him feeling warm even in days of light cold.Unlike Mary-Kate. Even if she liked winter days and snowy pathways, her blood was always feeling freezing cold, demanding her to effectively layer up to be able to enjoy the scenery around her.
Mary-Kate envied this ability of his, always feeling warm. How amazing it would be if cold never affected her, never made her shiver or sniff loudly because of an annoying runny nose. And every time he would hold her hand, or place his hand at the small of her back to lead her somewhere or let her go first, she could feel his fire licking her skin, piercing through any fabric and any clothes.
"Figured out what's wrong?" She spoke softly, careful not to shake him too suddenly out of his thoughts that had engulfed him so obviously.
Antonio fumbled with his words for a few seconds before chuckling, more to himself, rubbing the back of his neck twice. Then, he allowed for his arm to fall lifelessly next to his torso soon after, his piercing eyes staring with devotion into Mary-Kate's.
"With the risk of compromising my manly reputation," Sarcasm laced his voice so heavily as he spoke, making Mary-Kate smile. "I have to admit I don't really know that much about cars. I have no idea what's happening."
Mary-Kate lightly laughed, sinking her hands in her jacket's pockets, rocking back and forth on her heels once her laugh was a memory of the past. She felt his eyes on her long before she dared to look again, realizing he never looked away from her at all. But even after she looked, her gaze lost the fight and swiftly looked away, heat rising up to cover the soft skin of her cheeks. But the weather seemed to favor her that evening, her blushing disguising itself as just having a reaction to the low temperatures.
"Why don't you sit in the car? I don't want you catching a cold." As if he had caught himself saying something he shouldn't have, his breath stopped before swiftly restarting, averting his eyes elsewhere quickly, acting as casual as his body allowed. "I mean - It won't be good if you get sick, with all your classes and stuff."
