Between avalanches and blizzards

❄️ Chapter 5 ❄️

Revealing and Edgy Tiffany above ↻

I was honestly, too lazy and disinterested, to find out who screamed or even what caused it. Eventually though, as the cafeteria cleared out, it was only logical to exit it as well and make my way towards the banshee.

I attempted lifting myself up, but my newly plastered knee made it difficult to walk, I found myself stumbling backwards ready to fall. Strong arms guafed themselves around my hips, balancing my feet before carressing the skin and disappearing.

"Wouldn't want you to fall and brake a nail now would we?" Hayes sarcasm practically printed onto his lips. My cheeks heated up and I found myself pushing him away with my elbow.

"I can walk by myself thank you very much.." I honestly couldn't, but he didn't need to know that. Because for as amazing as his arms were and how much I wanted to just snuggle inside of them and sleep. He isn't Scott.

He sighed dramaticaly as I tripped and fell to the ground, stoping my face plant by using my arms.

I could hear the sound of sneakers crunching as his heavenly arms engulfed me, pulling me up and into his arms once more.

"Sure you can." He reaches at one of my hands. Sizing the small bruise and smoothly brushing it with his fingers.

He suddenly smirks, pulling one of my fingers and holding it loosely.

"Told you you'd break a nail." My face turned into a tomato.

{ . . . }

With loose golden hair and valentino high heels. Stood Tiffany Simpson.

She was the epitome of cliche perfection. Flawlessly plastic. But what gives? People nowadays don't really care if things are real or fake as long as they're pretty.

Infront of her stood a furious glowering Frannie. Wavy ginger hair and Gucci high heels.

This can't possibly be good.

Because when there is Tiffany there is drama, and when there is Frannie there is fighting. And whislt the two do mix, quite often might I add. It makes a spoilt cake.

Hayes's hold on me tightened as he pressed my body closer to his. He seemed to be quite persistent to keep me as flesh bond to him, and as far away from the two huntresses, as possible.

A tedious look was streched onto his godly face. As he glared at the two girls, looking bothered.

"Fight! Fight!" It was starting to echo around the halls. Resulting in me wiggling nervously inside his arms to try and escape. To detain the ginger hurricane and possibly save the school from another natural disaster.

Between Blizzards and Avalanches, the last thing we need is a gal-fight.

"How dare you?" Tiffany glowers at Fran. She simply strugs, looking unaffected.

"I felt like kissing him." She justifies, blowing a puff of cold air at the barbie. "Are you going to monitor everyone I make out with now Simpson?"

Behind Simpson, stood a furious looking cheerleader who I scarsley remember.

"You kissed my boyfriend slut!" The cheerleader screeches, pom-poms hopping.

Oh.

"And he kissed me." Frannie glouts. "Are we done here now?"

Tiffany side-glances at her disturbingly angry minion. Face red and steam blowing from ears. Simpson turned around, she was about to say something but thought better of it.

"I believe we're done here." She nugges the pom-pom princess.

Her eyes lock with something behind me, the corner of one of her lips rises as she stares hungrily at.. Hayes? Her trail of sight moves to me and she raises an eyebrow looking curious.

Streching to look at his face, I notice he is distantly completely dozing off.

"Umm." I mutter soothingly. Suddenly feeling rather maladroit inside his arms.

Dubiously, he slids me down from his hold to a proper standing frame.

Frannie storms to the girls. Her face matching the color of her hair. She looks rambunctious.

I wobble ungratefully at her.

"What happend?" I question, even though I already have a pretty good idea of what did.

"A cheerleader didn't have enough balls to stand up for herself so she got her queen-bee to do it, thats what." Called it.

She tilts her head to the side. Nugding me with her crimson tainted nails and pointing at something.

"I get your her bodyguard and all, but could you please just look to the side or I dunno, piss off?"

Hayes's eyes narrowed to slits and his face turned gloom. "Why don't you just go find some guy to fück or piss on some innocent guy's dick?"

I watch Frannie's eyebrows widen in half amusement and half interest, seemingly unbothered by the spat. "Tell me Hughes is that what you think girls like me do in their spare time? We have limitations and pride you know? Sometimes we prefer just giving the occasional handjob or being on the receiving side." I heard a low chuckle from Hayes before his presence left me to be with the girls.

I didn't like the way the conversation was paving to and apparently neither did mister godly.

"He can curse me all he wants, but my comebacks are forever superior." Frannie gloats. I smile uneasily.

. . .

I swift awkwardly inside my duffle-bag bed.

Call me spoiled, but I simply can't remember for the life in me the last time I slept anywhere that wasn't a bed. The huge gym of the equally huge Olympus High never seemed smaller, packed to the brim with countless sleeping bags and a couple of inflatable mattresses. If you ask me all if not the grand majority of the female congregation appeared bothered by the sleeping arrangements also.

Luckily, the schools gym was an indoor closed one. So surprisingly, it was awfully cozy and not half as cold as I thought it would be.

The teachers would be resting in their own classrooms so we were basically unsupervised. I wonder how long it will take for the boy/girl sleeping arrangements to be broken.

I groan at the hardness of the floor, practically yanking the duvet, inside the duffle, in two.

"Stop moving." Frannie whisper yells, also shifting uncomfortably in our sleeping bag. I pout.

Frannie and I were sharing a bag duo to the lack of them. Katie managed to get her own, whilst Ca and Iza snagged a inflatable mattress after complaining of severe back pains.

I tapped through my dying iphone and smiled slightly as I re-read my parents messages. They were okay, and managed to get home before the storm hit.

Don't worry mom, I'm alright..

I sent the message before rapidly typing another one.

My battery is dying. But I'll try to keep you posted once I find a charger. Love u

Sighing in relief at the paper airplane symbol, marking that the message had been sent. I turned off my phone and decided that for the life in me I would rest tonight.