The Glass Ballerina Who Danced On Knives

Sod off

Yet still inside, I felt alone                                                                                                                                              For reasons unknown to me                                                                                                                                        But if you send for me, you know I'll come                                                                                                          And if you call for me, you know I'll run                                                                                                                    I'll run to you, I'll run to you

Old Money, Lana del Rey

"Ivie!" Cam exclaims and runs to his girlfriend.

She lets out an inhuman squeal and wraps her arms around him.

"Babycakes! I missed you so much!" Ivie pecks his cheek, a hint of pink lipstick marring his cold skin.

She really needs to invest in some smudge proof lip products.

Beside me, May gags slightly and Iqra cracks her knuckles. Meanwhile, Cam just laughs and wraps his scarf around her.

"Come on, let's get in the car!" Avery practically screams over the roar of the helicopter."

"Fantastic idea! Do you have another car for my bags?" Ivie prods, her dark hair whipping around her head.

"I'm sure Alisa arranged something!" Avery yells back.

Once in the car, almost every seat is packed, when the car door is abruptly flung open and a boy climbs in, sits into the nearest seat, shrugs of his snowflake-dotted white jacket and smiles up at the car.
"Hey guys."

With a light line of smudged eyeliner, dirty blond hair, pale amber eyes, delectably thick accent, and a loose blackberry trinity pullover, Edward Prescott Archibald looks nothing and everything like I remembered.

"What are you doing here?" Cam asks his brother good-naturedly and shoves him lightly.

"Well," Pres pulls off one of his gloves with his teeth, which are perfectly white and straight. "Ivie here convinced me to skip a day or two of class to keep Trinity company while she occupies yours." Both gloves are off and lying in his lap, alongside his jacket.

"Excuse me wha-" I start, but Ivie jumps in.

"I know how close you and Trinity are, but I really just wanted to spend some time with you." she pouts tricking the rest of the words into thinking she's an innocent little lifestyle influencer. "So I asked Eddie to make sure she doesn't get lonely, while we... hit the slopes." Her lips curve up just the slightest bit.

"First of all, how dare you -" I begin again, but surprise, surprise Ivie interrupts.

"Don't you think, honey bee?"

"Are we still going to stay with Trinity at True North?"

"Well, I was hoping so..." Ivie turns to me for the first time. "Is that okay with you?"

"I don't think we have enough room, but I'm sure I can get you a room at the Denver Ritz-Carlton. The boys can stay with us, and I'll set you up with a room. It's only about a forty minute drive!"