Frigid Heart

Chapter Four - When Your Dreams Become a Reality

Tugging a sweater on over my head after having a hot shower is possibly the most difficult thing that anyone could ever go through. Clinging to any bit of skin that it touches, it took me close to five minutes to comfortably pull it on . . . And then there were the jeans, oh boy.

“Viv!” my mum called up the staircase. “Will you hurry up? You’ll be late for school.”

I groaned, school? Yeah, that was definitely the place I wanted to be at the moment. After spending my weekend in hospital because of an asshole punching me, I totally want to go back to a place where I will be seeing him all day . . . Makes sense.

Taking one look in the mirror, I shrugged off the bed hair and non-matching outfit and grabbed my school bag just in time to run down stairs and out the door. Opening the passenger car door, I dumped everything in front of me and tried to begin taming my wild mess in the side view mirrors. Hearing a soft ‘plop’ and the car door close, mum started the car and reversed out.

“Honey,” she whispered. “Please be careful at school today . . . Don’t do any physical activity or do something stupid. Just take it easy, I don’t want another phone call saying that my daughter is in hospital, again.”

I kept my gaze outside the window and nodded softly. “Pinky promise that I’ll take it easy, for you,” I smiled, holding out my pinky finger.

Linking it with her finger, we both smiled at each other before concentrating on everything going on outside of the car.

The passing houses of the familiar suburb that my school was located in, I glanced at the time on the stereo, 8:20. As mum pulled up on the side of the road, I gave her a quick peck on the cheek before hopping out of the car and hurriedly making my way to school before the care class bell rang.

As I took the risk-taking journey to school, with not the slightest clue of what was to come, I decided that a little detour to my locker to avoid Colby would be a better option for me. Walking around the garden in the middle of the courtyard, I held my breath in the hope that I wouldn’t cross paths with anyone.

It was strange, last week I was a girl who loved the attention from everyone, but now? I was the only girl in school who wanted to avoid everyone and everything. Casting a quick glance in the direction that I was heading, I caught a look from Colby. One of his eyes was completely bruised from where Anthony’s fist had come into contact with his face. There was a small line of stitches on his lip, possibly from another blow; however, what I was surprised to see, was that he was clutching his left shoulder, with a pained look on his face.

Seconds later he looked up to catch me studying his injuries. Flicking my gaze straight to the floor, I headed in the opposite direction, preparing myself to endeavor on a longer route to get to my locker.

“Hey Viv!” called out the male voice that I had been dreading to hear.

Ignoring his shout out to me, I hurried through the junior side of school, cutting through the assembly hall and in the back corridor to reach the senior lockers. As I stumbled up the steps, my hands quivering, I surveyed the area before taking a step into the hallway.

That one step was immediately regretted when an seven foot male figure stood in front of me, blocking any escape route I had already mentally arranged.

“I called out to you before, Viv, but you didn’t respond,” Colby speaks, chuckling quietly to himself.

“What do you want?” I sneered, not daring to give him any satisfaction that he was wanting.

He held his hands up as if he was innocent, “Don’t speak like that. Hey, I was just wondering how you were after our little . . . Well, our little moment at the party,” he murmured softly, trying to exert his apologetic voice in order for me to forgive him.