*Jules POV*
"Are you still mad?" Jade asks as we walk across the street. "Its not my fault that I was late."
"It doesn't matter," I said not bothering to look at her. "Your never on time anyway. Its my fault for actually thinking you would show up on time."
She hangs her head in embarrassment and she has every right to. Its not hard to pick up the phone and call someone to pick you up. So she has no argument right now.
"I'm sorry," she says.
"Yeah you said that already."
"Exactly!" She grabs my arm and stops me from walking. "Every time I do something wrong, I apologize over and over again and you never let it go!"
"I do let it go," I said calmly. "You bring it back up after the conversation was over."
"It never was a conversation," she says crossing her arms. "We NEVER have a conversation."
"You wanna have a conversation?" I ask. All the anger in me starts to boil up and I don't hold back. "Huh!? You wanna have a fucking conversation about what, Jade!? What the hell do you have to say that I would give two shits about!?"
She stares at me and I stare back at her. "I don't know, Jules. Sometimes I'm afraid to even look at you because you might rip my head off just for smiling at you." I look away from her and she continues. "You never have anything nice to say to me."
"That's a lie!" I retorted.
"Prove it!" I look her in her glossy eyes. "You can't tell me one moment where you said 'Hi Jade' or 'Are you OK?' Because you don't care!" I don't say anything and a tear slide down her cheek. I watch as it trails down to her chin and my hands itch to brush it away. To make her feel better. But I don't. And they turn cold in my pockets. She shakes her head at me. "What happened to you, Jules? What ever happened to the Jules that would laugh and joke with Drew? And that would argue everyday with Roxie? What happened to you?"
Tears sting the corners of my eyes and I shove past her. I pull my hands from my pockets and watch as the ice starts to spread along my fingers. Balling my fist, I try to stop it but it only spread to my knuckles. My breaths start to come out in clouds and my throat and chest starts to freeze.
I shove people out the way and start running. It feels like tiny pins are poking at my chest and fingers and it starts to spread to my feet. I run faster and as soon as I reach my place, I stop.
And my skin is no longer skin.
