I've probably been in the same position for half n hour and I can no longer feel my legs. They must've gone numb ages ago. My teeth are nonstop chattering in this cold and my skin has turned pale white but I can't move.
It's not that I don't want to. I just physically can't move. What if my skin rips off if I try too hard? That image makes me want to gag.
I should have let my hair down instead of putting it up, at least maybe that would have given my neck or upper body warmth.
I hear footsteps approaching my way but I'm a literal snowwomen at this point, so I can't even turn to look.
"Well look who we have here." a low voice says behind me.
The voice sounds similar as if I had just recently... Oh no no no. It cannot be those two people I had eavesdropped on. Fate could not be that cruel right?
Fear runs through my veins as I can hear one of them crouching down to my level.
"Cas you can go home, I'll take it from here. It's already late so stay over at mine."
I hear the clattering of keys before it's thrown and now who I know who's name is Cas, catches it. It also comes to my attention that the one who decided to stay behind was the one who had hated on us "lowborns" more than the guy who was probably leaving.
"You sure man? I can give you company.."
"Yeah, it's all good Cas."
"Kay, see you later."
And with that I hear a pair of footsteps growing distant.
A few moments of silence pass by before the guy shifts and lowers down to my eye level.
Shock and betrayal slap me in the face when I see the face of the man standing in front of me.
We used to be friends... Best friends.. And now here he is with disgust written all over his face.
His obsidian eyes that have traces of purple glare at me with so much hate that all I want to do is dissolve on the ice I'm sitting on.
How could he look at me like that after all those memories we shared? In fact I should have that look on my face as he was the one who left me.
There was no way I would take his help though. So what if I froze to death in this harsh winter? At least I wouldn't have to take a favor from this heartless person.
"Are you fucking mentally challenged? I knew you people were stupid. But even stupidity has it's limits."
An deep sense of hatred lashes out of me and I open my mouth to speak. Clearly he doesn't remember who I was and I have no intention of reminding him. My now cracked lips rip and start bleeding but I don't care.
"I don't remember begging you to spend your pathetic time with me on the ice. What I do is none of your business. And have a grip on your words, just because you were born into a wealthy family doesn't mean you should have no respect for others. I-"
"Save your words for someone who gives a shit. Now lend me your hand so I can get you off the ice. I won't ask again."
"Why you p-"
And before I know it one of his arms slide under my thighs and the other grabs my back while yanking me off the ground.
I grimace for the impact of my skin shredding but it's all there. His hands are strangely warm for this weather..
"How did yo-"
"What do you think we do here at this school, frosty? Sleep?"
What's it with him insulting my background and cutting me off? Wait. Did he just call me frosty?!
It takes me a second to figure out I'm still in his arms and he's walking.
I attempt to leap out of his arms which startles him though he's quick enough to hold me back.
"What the hell is wrong with you? You could have gotten hurt!"
"If I got hurt, it's my problem. I can walk now so let me go." I huff.
"If you say so."
The next thing I know, I'm dumped in a pile of cold snow and my legs go cold again without the warmth of his hands.
"Owww." I whimper and look up to see him smirking.
"May you rot in the deepest-" and before I can finish he freaking disappears on me.
Freak him and his stupid personality. I guess there was a reason for why god separated us during our childhood. There would be no way I would have been able to tolerate him.
Just great, I still had 3 more days to go. And the only thing on my mind was never crossing that jerks path again in these upcoming days.
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FantasyAurora Valentino: Just recently turned 18. But along with that she has to carry a secret. She is one of the "chosen". She has powers that people like her were never really known of having. But without proper guidance she has no clue on how to contr...
