Storm

Fire, Meet Ice

[Rewrite 23/10/20]

Author's note!

Hi guys! It's been a hot minute huh. I haven't kept up with the S&S series thus far and am currently re-reading through the entirety of it so I got some inspo to rewrite these! My writing has matured from 3 years ago and I hope you guys can tell :D! I promise this time that I'll try to bring out chapters more often instead of 3 times every four years ;-). Enjoy!

After several hours of dancing around my art teacher whom I owed homework to and hiding from a gaggle of girls I'd pranked a few hours earlier, I finally settled down and took a much-needed seat on one of the many oddly well looked-after benches in the school gardens. Each bench had a twin sat opposite them and followed a generic pattern down the gravel path that ended at the gardens so lovingly catered by the gardening club. With a groan of annoyance at the sun, which shone unusually bright for a spring morning, I slammed my bag down next to me and rolled down my knee-high socks to at least help with the puddles I was sweating. I rolled the sleeves of my blazer shirt up to my elbows and my long-discarded blazer remained draped over the back of the bench. With another animalistic growl, I blew the darkened brunette baby hairs out of my face and cursed whatever god there was that a wintery day turned out to be a sauna pit of hell.

The trees swayed and the crisp sound of their leaves brushing against each other filled the gaps between the bird's songs and the quiet yet very distinct sharp sound of the book a certain cold-hearted guy was desperately trying to focus on instead of acknowledging my existence floated towards my ears. He sat with a tight posture and a blank look as he read through the pages of a ridiculously clean book at an equally ridiculously fast pace. The male uniform remained in pristine quality and worn with such confidence that I almost felt a connection between him and my crazy neat-freak aunt. If it wasn't for the heat, I would've had more respect for the man-boy in front of me, but I know by now that you must never trust a person who can wear all black on a sunny day. 

As I continued to stare at this...person I noticed their stature become a lot more rigid and when his eyes finally left his page to give me a bored and "intimidating" look they seemed to widen ever so slightly in what seems to be disgust at my current image. What a charming little man.

"'Ello there. Like what you see?" I flashed him a Lily special - a sarcastic shit-eating grin - whilst airing out my shirt in a quick manor. His frown deepened into a scowl and he clicked his tongue at me before returning his attention to his book. Pursing my lips, I sank further into my seat and stretched out my legs, enjoying the small breeze that would wash over me every few seconds. It was peaceful. Serene almost, had it not been for the melonhead who interrupted it just to annoy me further.

"It would be best if you straightened up. That position is in no-way proper etiquette. Plus, your skirt is riding up too high. Inappropriate." His voice was cold and as his eyes locked with mine I felt a cold shiver wash over me. It was pretty great, actually, considering it cooled me down a bit. But what's this crap about 'proper etiquette' anyway? Screw that. It's too hot for anything.

"Alright mister, whatever you say. But you know..." Tilting my head towards him and giving him another grin, I lifted up my skirt quickly and guffawed at his horrified expression, "I wear shorts underneath this nasty little things!" What a sight to behold. My laughter continued to roll out of me as the little iceberg slowly regained his composure. Letting go of the thin material, I stretched my legs out in front of me and sunk further into the seat. Turning my gaze away from the boy I lifted my head to the sky and closed my eyes.

"Ah!...Excuse me Mister Ambrose, sir.." Oh? A new voice? I guess I had fallen asleep for a bit. Yawning, I rose from my seat and cracked my back, slowly opening my eyes to the scene before me. The notorious Rikkard Ambrose was glaring once again, but not at me this time. Instead, his focus was on the little lackey of his that followed him everywhere as if he were his assistant. Hmm~. I wonder what's going on. The two were quietly speaking, not listening to my brain waves begging them to talk loudly as they had before. No matter how much curiosity overtook the exhaustion, I couldn't bring myself to move closer to the quarrelling pair. Blasted comets! Today really has seen the fall of a strong warrior as myself! To be able to ignore that urge to pry is as impossible as my dearest Ella cursing my aunt out of house and home.

However my opening to nosy into their business closed quickly as my phone sprang to life. The sound of my aunt's signature ringtone travelled to the bickering pair and their heads snapped to me. For the first time since I had met him on my first day as a scholarship student three years ago, I was able to fully glimpse at his face. Sure, I had been able to do it previously but in all reality I never looked for long. but now, I could see his stormy sea eyes glaring coldly at me. Even under the scrutiny of an equally-formidable peer as Rikkard Ambrose, I didn't shy away. Instead, I held the eye contact and held a breath. For a boy-man with little words to say to those he couldn't utilise, he had mastered the act of speaking with his eyes and not his lips. Had it not been for the shrill rock music that accompanied the she-devil caller ID I had set for her, I would've liked to have gazed at that face a little longer. Unfortunately I had to tear my eyes away, and with a sheepish smile I answered the phone to my Aunt's screaming.

I didn't see that iceberg for another two weeks. And when I did, one could assume it completely eradicated any hope of having a normal last two years of pre-university school.