Between avalanches and blizzards

❄️ Chapter 4 ❄️

And the loyal clique above ⇞⇞
Hotheaded Frannie,
Pretty Katie,
Fabulous Carol & Isa above

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I cuddle into my blanket as Frannie scrambles random silly answers to her history worksheet while mumbling curses. I finished my own at the end of the class and am relieved of homework. Isa, Carol and Katie are arguing about something related to a science essay.

We are currently sitting on the middle of a calm hall, each busy with their own thoughts and work. I sit with my shoulders covered, trying to ignore the slight cold as I grip onto my iPhone with force.

It's the newest and most expensive one, however the stupid device still remains 'without signal' and with the battery lowering faster then the temperature outside.

So shutting it off, I take my math book and notebook from my VS backpack and decide to busy myself with studying.

Apparently, some higher power has decided that today is not the day for me to pay attention to my studies.

I more of 'feel' his presence before I see him. He was practically radiating bad-boy vibes and the typical dangerous aurora. He stood behind me with his shoulders tense and godly jawline clenched. If I didn't know any better I'd say he was pissed, but with my 3 hours of coexistence with the guy I can manage to conclude that it's simply his normal posture.

I raise an eyebrow at him.

He shoves his hands inside his jeans pocket and takes out a patch. "You're hurt." He says pointing to my purple knee. It's covered in my comfortable loose boyfriend jeans so how he was able to see it is beyond me.

He notices my confusion but doesn't respond. Yanking my leg, not so gently-like, and places it on his lap as he rolls up the ends to expose my shaved leg.

By now, the girls have gotten up and scattered to god knows were, leaving me behind with the ken doll version of hulk, but not before sending me winks and faking mute wolf whistles.

Once Hayes get's a good grip at my legs I feel my eyes widen excedeeingly. That doesn't look good.

My knee was a misture of purple and red blotches and bruises. I looked as if some expert boxer had sucker punched it. But actually it was simply a mixture of Frannie's gucci highheels, and me twisting my knee alongside the fragileness of my skin passed down from genarations.

"How did you get this again?" He asks while frowning his eyebrows.

By the dangerous glint in his eyes I found myself holding back the truth, for Frannie's sake.

"Twisted it."

Hayes works softly at my knee, wrapping it up while touching it, asking if it hurt in sudden places. I would be lying if I said I wasn't surprised at his doctor skills, which seemed way more progressed and advanced from Scott's and even the nurses.

"Do you want to be a doctor?" I chipped to make small talk. His figure tensed a bit at my words and a scowl broke into his features. "That's the plan." He finished rapping my knee, and patting my leg.

I drift of for a few seconds with the thought of Hayes wearing doctor clothes.

"Do you want some ice?" I'm captivated by his snowy azure eyes. My heart starts beating rapidly as I keek them, they were a perfect pair of icicle blues that seemed to lure you into them and charm you into doing anything they ordered.

"I uh- I'm sorry what did you say?" Surprisingly, he doesn't smirk at me but genuinely grins, it reaches his cheekbones and shows his pristine perfect teeth. "I asked if you wanted some ice."