"Go out with me." "Why?" I asked skeptically. He shrugged. "You're bad, I'm bad; we're meant to be together." I raised my brow. "I though bad boys fell for good girls?" "Myth." "How about we test that theory?" I proposed with a smirk.
"Why do you call me that?" "Everyone has been calling you Snow Queen since you transferred schools and you're just now asking why?" he asked incredulously. "Yeah, I guess I am." He looked straight into my eyes and said, "It's because you're like snow; beautiful and cold."