Tony The Tiger

Chapter Two: When Hell Froze Over

Tony's POV

My friends and I stood, huddled together at the winter sports pep rally. We were all pretty bundled up and their warm drinks probably made them even warmer, but not I.

Only I would buy an iced coffee in December. I couldn't help it. I have this serious ice addiction and I eat loads of it no matter the weather. One winter, I was at a church bible study eating ice, and my pastor said that I was trying to make my insides feel like my outsides.

At first, it freaked my friends out until I got sick from continuously going outside and inside, bringing snow from the blizzard into the house to snack on. Now, we always have ice in the freezer of our apartment.

But this guy was not either of my friends.

"Pretty bold choice of drink in 30 degree weather." he said to me. Or above me, if we're being realistic. I mean the dude was like freakin' 6'3. Which is tall, compared to my 5'4 height.

"Is it bold, or is it cold?" I snickered a little before continuing my drink. If I drink it fast enough, I can get to the ice.

"Hardy har har. I didn't know you were such a comedian. Do another." He said, smiling down at me. I got to notice that he had light brown eyes, which complemented his dirty blonde hair.

"I'm also a singer, dancer, and songwriter." I mused.

"Really? Show me your moves, then." He challenged, crossing his arms, as if he were a celebrity judge.

Leave it to my good friend, God, to have the university's cheerleaders to come out, with booming music. He obviously wanted to see my moves too.

So I watched the cheerleaders as they performed their routine. I was no comedian, singer, dancer, or songwriter, but I could pick up a few moves, which I copied, making sickening smiles as I danced.

The guy started chuckling, and then laughing, louder and louder until he was practically wheezing. At last he said he had to go and he jogged through the crowd.

At the time I didn't know anyone was watching, but when I looked around, I noticed that everyone was. Including the cheerleaders.

The head cheerleader made her way through the crowd and stepped up into my face, "I get that you're a freshman and all, but you need to chill the fuck out."

Freshman or not, I don't let anyone disrespect me. "Sweetheart, my diet consists of ice at least 5 times a day. I'm always chill. What's your problem?"

By then, the other cheerleaders had made their way behind her, like a group of dogs. Little did she know, my wolf pack was right around me too.

"That's cute," she quipped, "Stop copying my routine. You look like an ape." She stepped closer, her face near mine, and her shoes, also dangerously close to my new uggs.

My friends were trying to get me to go with them back to the dorm, which was hard, but it wasn't worth it. She wasn't worth it. I didn't want to see the good looking football players anyway.

We had only made it about 10 feet when I felt a snowball hit the back of my head. I know it was snow because some of it fell into my jacket. I know I should have been the bigger person, but the crowd was instigating really loudly and I have my father's temper.

I turned around as quick as I could and threw my open Starbucks cup at her. Let's face it, cheerleading uniforms were not meant to protect you from iced coffee.

She charged at me, emitting a loud screech as she ran, so I did the only thing I could to protect myself. I punched her in the jaw.