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Winter break

Ignore previous authors note, I was deep in my feels at the time. Enjoy and sorry for long wait :)

Chapter 26: Winter break part 2

Cheyenne's POV

"Are you sure this is right?"

"Relax," Sebastian breathed against my ear. "It's the right position."

I gripped the ski poles tightly, sure my heart was about to jump out of my chest. This was the least steepest slope they had and yet it loomed before me like a death drop.

"Do you need a push?"

"No!"

He chuckles behind me and I resist the urge to whack him upside the head.

I can do this.

I use the poles and push myself forward. Here I go...

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I careen down the slope.

"Use the poles! Use the poles!"

I try to remember how Sebastian told me to use the ski poles to steady and direct myself. I'm too scared though and fly forward landing face first in the snow.

"Chey!" Sebastian runs down the hill. "You ok?"

I sit up spitting out snow. "Just peachy."

"I'd say you ate dirt but in this case it was snow."

"Very funny. I'm trying again." I stand up determined.

"Back to the top of the hill then."

So I try again. And again. And again. And again.

"I'm doing it!" I yell happily. Skiing's no so bad once you get the hang of it. Sure I'll have bruises later but it was totally worth it.

"Hey honey," Sebastian's mother stands up to greet him. While we've been out on the slopes everyone else stayed near the main lodge drinking hot coco.

"How was it?"

"Cold," I remove my gloves and hat. "Painful."

"It wasn't that bad," Sebastian slides in the booth next to Haley.

"That's because you didn't fall once."

"Well Sebby did used to be on the ski team," Haley boasts proudly.

"We're all about to go out. Are you coming?" My mom asks.

"I'll pass thanks. My sore body needs to recover."

"Ok. We'll be out on the slopes if you need us." They gather their stuff and head out leaving me and Sebastian alone. Once they're gone I turn to him.

"My mom did that on purpose."

"Did what?"

"Left us alone."

"How kind of her," he smiles slyly at me before picking up his hot chocolate.

I wish I had accepted to go with them. I can't stop thinking about last night with him. It would be so much easier if I had a girl to talk to.

I didn't regret it, I just needed to discuss it further with someone. It was frustrating.

"I want a muffin," I blurt.

"Then get one."

"I will." I stand up and march over to the counter. The female girl working it looks up.