Jack Frost and the Wind (JackFrostxReader)

Chapter 6: Do You Trust Me?

A/N: Not my favorite chapter, but it'll have to do. ^.^

In this chapter, we see more of Jack & Mark! And relationships deepen 0_0 Ha-ha, not really, but a little, I suppose. Ehehehe :3

Well, I hope you enjoy~! And thank you for reading!! <3 :D

~Anu <3

It wasn't a dream.

            The words float around in your head until you're dizzy. You're hands are shaking in tune with the tremor rocking your whole body, and your feet are numb from standing in the snow. Nervously, you contemplate on taking a step forward, but decide against it when you realize that most likely you'd fall. Don't be a coward, your head seethes, but your heart is screaming, pounding wildly in it's defense, making your brain fall silent.

            You knew you were being a coward, but you couldn't make your body take that step.

            The small, sharp clicking of a doorknob makes you turn around. Standing half-inside and half-outside, Mark Sylvester look at you, surprise coloring his face. His big frame scares you for a moment, and you shrink back, your back hitting the school's brick wall. "Hey. God, you scared me. I didn't see you there."

            You think you were scared, you think, but smile weakly back at him. "I g-guessed as much. Happens a l-lot."

            He laughs, he cheeks turning a rosy pink. Whether it's from the cold or your comment you cannot tell. "Really?"

            "Yeah." You look down at your little black shoes. The sight makes you frown. "I… Are you p-planning to have another s-snowball fight with your friends?"

            That wipes the smile off his face. "Uh, well… Chelsea and I broke up." He chuckles half-heartedly. You can't recall which girl Chelsea was or what she looked like. The memory of the snowball fight came back to you as blurry and distant. Guiltily, you realize that you didn't even know that they were going out. "I don't really know Rachel well, so she's out too. What?" Suddenly, he grins again, a fire blazing in his eyes. "Were you planning to join?"

            Your shoulders relax a little at the casual turn of conversation. It has been years since you've had one; it has been ages. You shrug lightly and say, "Probably. It was f-fun last time." Remembering something long forgotten, you rush to apologize. "And so-sorry for leaving last time. Did you w-win?"

            "Nope!" He exclaims matter-of factly, making your lips twist into a small smile.

            "Oh. That's t-too bad."

            "Yep." He grimaces briefly. "So what? You up for one today?"

            You abruptly remember the reason for your being outside. The anxiety that had faded with conversation started to gnaw at your stomach again. You make a face and lean against the wall again, feel suddenly sick. "S-s-sorry.  I c-can't. I… was planning to meet up w-with someone. Near the b-benches."

            His face falls slightly. "Anyone I know?"

            You smile almost secretively. "Probably not."

            "Well, okay then." He shuffles back into the building awkwardly, his hand fiddling for the doorknob, preparing to shut it. "See ya later." He turns and closes the door behind him, leaving you out in the cold.

            For several moments, you stand there quietly, practicing your breathing, in and out, in and out. When you finally are able to declare them regulated, you take that step forward. It's a small, but huge step. You hear yourself giggle as you take the next one, and then the next one. Eyes on the ground, you maneuver yourself slowly to the corner you must go around to get to the benches