Found Frozen

Chapter 9

9

For around the next two weeks, Justin and I grew closer together. We’d ride to school together, then we’d drive to his house or my house when I was done with practice, and we’d be together in the privacy of our own homes, where no law could stop us from saying we loved each other. It was hard, because I always felt like I was breaking at least one rule, at least twice a day, just by looking at him. I used to get in trouble for fighting or losing my temper, but this was different. We could be in serious trouble, but it was all worth the risk. I’d lay up at night after he’d gone to bed and hadn’t texted me anymore, and I’d think about what would happen if we were caught the risk it hed. I’d think about if we were going to fast, if it wasn't time to say I love you yet. But as much as I worried about it, and the more I thought about it, the more sure I was that I was in love with him.

I heard the bell ring which dismissed us from class, and I sighed with relief. I had my fight tonight, and this was probably one of the last chances to get a scholarship to a college I wanted and was able to go to. I got out of class and walked down the hallway to see Justin follow.

“How was school?” he asked.

“It was fi-” I began. My foot slipped o a sheet of ice and I yelped in surprise, unable to catch myself; landing on my right hip. A shockwave of pain shot through me and traveled up my spine.

“Anne, are you okay?” Justin said panicked.

“Yeah...I’m okay. Just help me up please?” I asked quietly.

“He pulled me up and wrapped an arm around me, helping me stand for a second, wow that hurt. Everything that had slightly melted probably froze over. He half carried half walked me to the truck and placed me in the seat. Hovering over me to see if I was in any pain.

“I’m fine,” I lied. “We heal fast remember? It’s just a bruise.” He looked at me nervously then got in the truck to drive me home.

When I got home he helped me ice it, and it was a nasty bruise, but by the time that I had gotten ready it only hurt when you put pressure on it.

“Maybe we should take you out of this fight.” Dad said.

“No! I‘ve never backed out of a fight, and I’m not going to now. It is healing as we speak, see?” I said showing them. The bruise looked like it was already about a week or so old, and by the time we got there it would probably be gone. “I’m fine.”

“Okay,” he said. He went out to start the car, and Justin filled my water bottle for me.

“Anne, you don’t have to do this, I know you’re in pain, but please, you already have all these scholarships. This could be bad.”

“Justin, I will be fine. I am fine, I promise.” I said gently touching his face and smiling.

He had his disguise on, and he looked funny, it’d be strange, him as a Darkdog. He had a darker tone to him.

“Here,” I said, grabbing a yellowish oil paint of mine from the kitchen table. “Smile.”

He smiled, showing me the white fake fangs. I took my finger and spread a little on there, so they looked a tad yellow.

“Smile and breathe through your mouth so the paint can dry, and don't lick your teeth.

He smiled and stunning smile and winked. I smiled, and we got into the car.

There people were already piling in, and I saw many college scouts. I took a deep breath. I the locker room I looked at the bruise. It swelled all around my right hip, and up to my lower back. I winced as I brushed my fingers over it. I twisted and moved, and it felt fine. I sighed and shook my nerves off. Where were they? I thought.