Still In Bloom ↠ Twilight ✓

03 ; what living feels like

Here's the thing: Wallace didn't mind the cold air of Forks, as long as it didn't threaten to castrate him every time it managed to snow.

Truly, Wallace very much liked his balls being free of frostbite thank you very much.

It was a sentiment that Dawson seemed to be in agreement with since he'd shown up to their little patch of parking lot with hot packs lodged in the crotch of his boxers. Wallace could tell because Dawson had made it a point to throw one at Olly's face for a comment he'd made about Lauren Mallory.

"All I'm saying is only Lauren would wear a skirt like that in this kind of weather," Olly stated, lifting his hands into a surrendering motion. Blonde hair flaring over his large forehead, which was tucked underneath a beanie with ear flaps.

"I'm not complaining," Dawson murmured, chapped lips blowing out a puff of smoke into Wallace's face. The McAtee male replying by scowling and kicking Dawson in the ankle, making the dark haired male wince slightly.

"I bet you aren't you gross piece of trash," Kinney spoke, humming softly in the back of her throat. She raised a hand to dust away the dark strands of her hair from her eyes, her bangs growing longer and Wallace knew she'd cut them soon.

"Ouch," Dawson spoke absentmindedly at Kinney's comment, taking another drag of his cigarette. Truly unbothered by the insults their friend threw in his direction.

"How's your jaw?" This was Kinney again, nodding her head to the yellowing bruise on Wallace's jaw from Riley's fist.

The reminder made Wallace's teeth set on edge with unextinguished anger. Yet, when he replied his voice was gruffly calm. "It's fine. Shelby almost had a aneurysm over it though."

"I bet," Kinney spoke, crushing her cigarette onto the concrete ground underneath her butt as she stood upwards, grabbing her backpack for the bell that was about to ring. "Can't have you looking like you just got done with Fight Club when you visit the good chief's daughter."

"What is your obsession with Bella Swan?" This was Olly, who was also grabbing his things.

"I don't have an obsession with Bella," Kinney replied, a sneer present on her face. "I'm just stating facts. Wallace never notices them unless they're pointed out for him."

"I don't know whether to be happy that you look out for me or if I should be insulted that you think I'm that dense," Wallace spoke, and grinned brightly whenever Kinney just flipped him the finger, obviously done with the male gender this morning.

The four of them walked towards the school, other students chatting beside them. Lauren Mallory was a few feet away, her blue eyes squinting at Dawson for a moment before she was stating something towards Jessica that had the brunette's face twisting into a deep scowl.

"Incoming," Wallace murmured, nudging Dawson in the ribs.

Lauren's two-sizes-too small cheerleading skirt swished around her pale legs as she stopped in front of them, manicured hands perched on either hip. She eyed Dawson for a brief moment, before turning towards Wallace. "What are you doing with Bella?"

Wallace frowned, thrown by the question. So, instead he answered with one of his own. "Has she said anything?"

Lauren's smile grew tight. "If she had I wouldn't be asking you, now would I?"

"Sorry Lauren but that information is confidential," Dawson spoke up, slinging an arm around Wallace's neck and giving the blonde cheerleader his most winning smile. "Maybe if you want you can try-"

"I need you to take Bella somewhere Friday night," Lauren spoke, ignoring Dawson and completely staring straight ahead at Wallace. Her tone spoke of no argument. Wallace loved arguing.