Frost

XXXV.

(acc this song is fire. Girl by The Internet)

I woke up groggy the next morning, sleep still in my eyes, and a wave of tiredness washed over me as Blythe's annoying alarm rang through the dorm room. Out of the corner of my eye I see her twitch, her arm flying out from underneath the covers to grab her phone to stop the blaring. 

I rolled out of bed, pushing back the covers and ignored the whoosh of cold air hitting my body. Stumbling into the washroom, I splashed cold water over my face and reached for the face cleanser. After successfully waking my body up, I let my hair out of its bun and let the long white waves tumble down around my shoulders. 

"Morning" Blythe mumbled as she came in the bathroom beside me, reaching for her toothbrush. 

I quickly did my morning routine, swiping a line of mascara over my long lashes, and slipping into the stiff uniform from yesterday. 

"Are you coming to breakfast?" Blythe asked from the bathroom doorway.

I did the last button on my blouse before looking up at her and shook my head, "I need to catch up on some work before class" I told her, walking over to Blythe's desk before her laptop. 

"Can I borrow this again? I need time to work on my essay" I asked.

Blythe shrugged, "Go ahead". 

I booted up the laptop and opened up my word document saved and began typing on it, Blythe finished dressing and slung her expensive handbag over her shoulder. "I'll see you at lunch" She gave me a half-smile before leaving the dorm, the door closed and it left me in complete silence. 

I worked on school for about an hour, and after getting substantial work done on my essay, I leaned back in my chair with a smile. Atleast I wouldn't have to worry about that for awhile. I closed the laptop and packed my backpack quickly, grabbing a green apple on the way out from my dorm. The common room was completely dead, as everyone was either at breakfast or in class. I all but sprinted down the staircase, the loud first period bell rang and I sprinted down the steps as fast as I could. 

I was late. 

When I got to my Lit class, Mr. Blair wasn't there yet and I breathed a sigh of relief. My usual seat was empty and so was the one beside it. Dakota's seat. 

He, instead of sitting with me in the back of the class, was up at the front wedged in between Hazel Fleming and another sandy brown haired boy. He erupted into laughter with the boy beside him, the sound ringing in my ears, and I pushed my subtle jealously aside as I walked over to my usual seat. 

I was so conflicted.

He tells me he likes me and wants to be with me, he kisses me, then says that we can't be together? He seeks me out then pushes me away but tells me I'm the problem? I couldn't help but want to be near him but his moodiness was starting to bother me. Why was I even drawn to him? I also feel like I barely know anything about him, but the dark part of my mind is what's been pulling me towards him. This dark part has to die.