A Winter Hoody (Hoody Love Story)

Winter's POV

I sat down in my last class, bored out of my mind, waiting for the bell to ring so people can stop running around and murmuring.

"Hey Winter." Benny greeted me.

I gave a slow uninterested wave.

He sat in the chair next to me,"How was your weekend Win?" he asked, I could tell he had exciting news.

I gave a thumbs up, indicating it was okay.

"Okay, so you know Bella?" he asked eagerly.

I nodded.

"I think she actually likes me!" he yelped with excitement.

I smiled.

If you're wondering why I haven't been talking to him is because I'm mute. He's the only person that communicates with me besides the teachers. Mostly because he was the only one in my school that bothered to learn sign language for me. And before you say it, no, I actually hate the winter and the cold, so just don't ask. I've heard it all before.

"Congrats." I signed.

The bell rang and a teacher walked in, but it wasn't our usual teacher. It was a sub.

Oh no.

"Okay, everyone open your books. Today all we're gonna do is review and read passages from the book." He said in a monotone.

He drew a popsicle stick from the jar,"Lyssa." he called out.

A girl on the other side of the room slightly jumped,"Uh...scientist believe th-that sha-shells are-" I made her voice fade out of my head in panic.

What if she calls me?! I'll be humiliated again!

She finished the paragraph and looked around, nervously smiling. No one really liked to read a loud in school.

"Thank you Lyssa." he said as he tugged another stick.

"Winter." he called out.

I jerked my head and looked up at him with fear in my eyes. I instantly heard giggles throughout the room.

"What's so funny?" he questioned in an annoyed tone.

"Uh, Winter is mute." Benny explained.

He paused an looked at me for a moment, "Ha-ha-ha, you can't get out of reading. I've heard that one before. Funny." he said sarcastically and annoyed.

Louder muffled laughs came throughout the class.

My face flushed with embarrassment. I hated being this different.

"Do I have to send you to the office? Read!" he shouted.

The laughs came to a sudden stop.

"I can't talk." I signed.

His annoyed look turned to one full of pity an embarrassment.

"I'm terribly sorry." he apologized sympathetically.

"May I please go to the restroom?" I signed.

"Excuse me?"

"She asked if she could go to the bathroom!" Benny groaned.

"Uh, yes of course." he muttered quickly.

I got up and ran to the bathroom trying to not let the tears fall.

I barged inside, luckily no one was there.

I slammed my hands on the sink outline and stared in the mirror. My light blonde hair hung there sadly along with my feelings. I stared into my ice blue eyes that whispered tears down my face. My mom said my eyes were the reason she named me Winter. God, I hated my name.

Freak. Loner. Weirdo. What I was branded. No one ever said it, but that's what I felt like they said behind my back. Just because I couldn't talk.

You know what? Screw this.

I wiped the tears with my blue sleeve and walked out of the bathroom...and the school.

I trudged through the mud that sunk my feet with every step, heading to my treehouse I made with my brother nearby.

I heard the sucking noise of footsteps in the mud, footsteps that weren't mine.

I whipped back my head to see nothing but a trail of footprints that were my own. They looked slightly bigger than my actual foot for some reason.

I ran when I saw the treehouse and climbed up.

I expected to find silence when I found someone else.

It was a man wearing a piece of fabric over his face, like a mask. The mask was black and had red dots for eyes and a frown and we had black gloves that matched his mask. He wore a yellowish hoodie that went over his head and blue jeans.

I waved nervously at him.

He cocked his head took a step forward and revealed a knife from his pocket.

Startled, I took one step back and fell from the tree house. The ladder brought up the small house pretty high, so it would be a really bad fall. It might even kill me.

I braced for a hard impact...but never felt one.

I heard a loud grunt as I hit down on a soft object.

I looked under me at what I had fallen on. It was the hooded man. He saved me.

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Okay so recently, I've gotten back on Wattpad just to laugh at how bad the stories I wrote on here actually were. I was looking through some of my drafts and realized I never published this and it has a bunch of  draft chapters. None of it would be new, but it's still stuff no one's read. Then again I haven't read all of it, so maybe I just didn't publish it because even 13 year old me knew it was absolute trash. Soooooo if any of you like this I could publish a chapter every week or so if I remember. But idk if this fandom is dead or anything?? I've been gone for a good 2-3ish years, but shrug.