A/N: Hey guys, this is a new one... again. I apologize. This one is gonna be sort of out there so... enjoy?

Disclaimer: All things that are not mine, are not mine.

Snow was unsual for any part of Georgia. But snow in August? It was unhead of.

Even when Jack Frost did decide to sprinkle his fingers over the tiny town of Crystalwick, Georgia, it was nothing more than a light dusting, just enough to cover the ground in a thin layer of sparkly white.

There had never been anything like this.

To make matters worse, Daryl found himself stuck in his English Literature class. Crystalwick had declared a town wide shut down, meaning the entire student body of Crystalwick High School, all 98 children, were confined to the school building. About three hours previous the first flake had fallen, next thing they knew the whole state of Georgia was in a 'white out condition' complete with power outages and buried roads. The whole nine yards.

Daryl sighed, shifting restlessly in his desk. He was confident he could make it home no problem, if they would just let him out. He watched his English teacher, Ms. Stearns, pace nervously in front of the window, her shiny black heels clicking against the tile floor at record pace. She didn't seem to notice the immense tomfoolery going on right behind her back, not even the spit drenched paper balls landing right in her complicated pinup hair-do.

Daryl was glad the power was out. He could relax more in the dark corner of the classroom, where he was sure he could see everyone but no one could see him. Nobody, save Ms. Stearns, seemed to be too worried about the situation outside... Except the new girl.

Daryl snorted in silent amusement as he watched the new girl fidget in her seat, taking frequent glances out of the frosty window. The new girl had arrived almost a week prior, and the extent anyone knew of her was her name. Carol Hess.

Carol was a quiet girl, which Daryl appreciated. The last thing this place needed was another boisterous motherfucker around to cause a ruckus. However, she was definitely a teacher's pet. Daryl could tell. She didn't blatantly suck up to the teacher, but it was obvious she overdid all of her assignments to make sure they were star material. Daryl would oftentimes sneak a glance at her papers when he was sure she wouldn't notice. She always got an A.

It was sickening.

Her clothing gave her away, too. Everyday she wore a pair of freshly ironed blue jeans and somehow her shirts were always a different shade of pink. Her auburn hair was always done in a neat ponytail, fastened with a neon pink hair tie. Daryl figured if anyone decided to give the girl the time of day she would turn out to be a complete snob.

A few agonizingly boring hours later, the snow had stopped, power was restored, and the children were allowed to go home. Daryl was the first to tear out of that hell hole, only slowing his jog to trudge through the massive drifts of snow that had piled up all over the place. At this point he was practically lifting his knees to his chest trying to wade through it all, when he spotted Carol out of the corner of his eye, trying to drag her bicycle behind her through the heavy, wet snow.

Daryl snickered, continuing on his way. The air had turned quite bitter and, not owning a jacket, he figured he should bust his ass home before he got frostbite or something.

He heard a soft thud behind him and briefly glanced back to see what it was. Carol had fallen into a bank of snow, her bike landing on top of her. She let out a high pitched squeal as she fell, and Daryl watched for a moment as she wrestled to get her pink bicycle off of her.

Finally, he rolled his eyes, tired of watching her struggle like a pathetic animal caught in a trap and trudged toward her. He threw her bike to the side in one swift movement and yanked her not all that gently from the offending pile of snow. Carol looked up at him, smiling shyly.

"Thanks," she sighed, seemingly out of breath. Daryl gave her a curt nod before turning away. He started his trek back in the other direction when she called out,

"Wait."

Daryl turned on his heel, staring at her. What the fuck did she want?

She paused for a split second before tilting her head and asking, "Don't you have a jacket?" as she dusted the snow off of her own. Daryl felt his jaw tighten.

"No." He turned sharply away from her, marching away with a new found force, leaving Carol and her stupid bicycle stranded in the mounds of snow. She yelled something out to him, but he didn't hear. And he didn't care. He hoped that was the last time he would ever have to deal so closely with Carol Hess.

Man, was he wrong.

Thanks for reading guys! New chapter out soon, I hope you enjoyed.

-Sammi