''Another chapter so soon?!'', you exclaim.
Well, yes. I finished it not too long ago.
But yes, I know, it's not very long. But I intend to write a long third chapter, so you no worry, mkay? ^^
Read on!
First Snow, Now Frost
Chapter Two - A Rude Awakening
You sense your eyes are closed, and you change your position. You thrust your left arm under your pillow and with your right; you extend it further away from your body. Suddenly, your hand touches something extremely cold. You bring back your hand to the warmth under the covers and you shiver in your sleep. Your eyes flutter in defeat to a new awakening morning, and you groan, stretching your muscles. You rub your eyes, and pass a hand across your hair. Once your vision cleared, you got out of your bed. You were about to lift off your shirt to undress, when suddenly, you heard a noise behind you. Choosing to ignore it, thinking it was from your old heater, you took off your shirt, with only your bra and dry pants remaining.
"I don't remember sleeping with it on...", you mumble to yourself.
Another noise emerged from the silence. You knew your heater couldn't do that kind of sound. It was your door being opened. There was another person in the room. And you knew it wasn't your parents. You discreetly took a random book on your night table and threw it quickly onto your target. Since you do multiple sports, you could predict where the target would be without actually knowing where it was. At last, you heard a groan of pain and a mass of weight fall where your door was, and you smiled. 'Bingo', you thought.
As soon as you turned to see the culprit, you gasped. Even though he was crouched down in pain, you knew exactly who it was. That strange teenager you met yesterday. The guy... You passed out on. He was coughing and gasping, showing that your throw was harder thrown than you thought.
"What are you...", you snarled. "Doing in my room?!"
The stranger still couldn't talk from his coughing state, so he held out his index finger to tell you to give him a minute. You gave him the minute he needed, but took the phone placed on your night table and another weapon, forgetting you had no shirt on. Once he stopped coughing, he answered:
"I was making sure you were okay."
"Well, I'm fine now, so you can leave.", you said, pointing at the door.
"You say you're fine, but I can see you can't even remember to put a shirt on when a guy's in front of you." He chuckled. "Trying to seduce me?", he smirked.
After looking down at your chest, and seeing that the teenager was right, your cheeks turned into a red of embarrassment. But it quickly passed your mind once you came back to reality.
"Just... GET OUT!", you yelled at him, throwing the weapon that before was in your hand.
Before reaching its target, the boy held his hand out, freezing the flying object. It fell on the ground, and lay there, frozen in an ice cube. You also noticed that where he fell, frosted patterns were covering your floor. Your eyes widened, and you backed away slowly.
"What... What a-are you?", you stuttered.
The white-haired stranger got up from where he fell, grabbed his staff, which was leaning against your desk, and approached you. You sent him murderous glares, trying to intimidate him. It didn't really work, though. You were still without a shirt. The teenager chuckled. He pinched your nose. Chills spread out through your whole body. His touch was cold.
"What was that for?!", you yelled, startled.
"First, put on a shirt, 'cause it's going to be hard if you want to talk if I have any distractions.", he bluntly said. "Second, chill out. I'm not going to eat you."
"How do I know you're not some creep pervert or robber?", you asked, not trusting him one bit.
"Well, I guess you just have to trust me...", the white-haired boy said.
You didn't believe one word the teenager spoke, but you didn't have any other choice. The police would think you were crazy if you told them about him, so all you pretty much had to do was go with the flow.
"Fine.", you said sharply. "Just, turn around."
"Why? I already saw you in this state.", the teenager asked.
"Just do it."
The boy shrugged, and sat on your bed, looking out your window. Before walking to your wardrobe, you turned your back to the mirror in your room. Scars were marking your back. You grimaced at the thoughts of the past. Suddenly, your room temperature was too cold for just a t-shirt to handle, so you quickly put a random shirt that went with your pants, and a red hoodie. You tried to calm your bed hair, so you made a ponytail.
"Ok, random stranger in my room, what do you want to talk about?", you asked sarcastically while sitting on the other end of the bed.
Hello there!
So, scars on your back. Will be explained in future chapters. ^^
Got to go write the third chapter!
Buh-bye fellow readers!
Hatsu Haruko -xxx-
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