AN: Pic of what I think Catherina looks like posted on my profile.

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"What do you mean, ice?" Caleb Danvers asked skeptically the following day at lunch as he looked across the table at one of his best friends. Tyler scanned the area around them and scooted closer to the table, holding up his hands in front of Caleb.

"I mean ice, coming from her fingertips, and freezing the fog from her breath solid." Tyler whispered. Caleb sighed and ran his hands over his face. "This isn't me being paranoid Caleb! This was real! I saw it!"

"And how many times have you 'seen' Chase since we fought?"

"Caleb, don't pull that on me." Tyler grimaced and slid back from the table. "That was almost three months ago."

"But yet you cried wolf six times Tyler. Do you understand why I can't let myself willingly believe you?"

"Caleb please, I'm not making this up!" Tyler begged. Caleb sighed heavily and shook his head. The older boy stood to leave the table and Tyler reached up, grabbing Caleb's sleeve. "At least tell me you don't think I'm crazy. I know what I saw, Caleb, and what I saw was that girl freezing vapor with her fingertips. I'm not crazy."

"Okay Tyler." Caleb said halfheartedly. Tyler let go of Caleb's sleeve and the black haired boy walked away as Tyler slouched in his seat, his face in his hands.

Catherina twirled her pencil in between her thumb and forefinger, barely paying attention to the professor's lesson as she concentrated on keeping her hands warmer than usual. She had gotten pretty good at that lately, especially once she readmitted herself into society.

"Miss Griffin?" Catherina looked up lazily, green eyes slowly focusing on the professor. "An answer?"

"Seventeen eighty six." She replied in a bored tone, laying her pencil down on the desktop and catching her chin in her palm. The professor nodded and went on with his lecture. Catherina sighed, a piece of her bangs flying up from her face. And that's when she felt it. The odd sensation of someone staring at her. She sat up a little straighter, crossing her arms over her chest and tucking her chin down, her eyes sweeping the room.

Caleb Danvers. The culprit. From what she knew, he was the poster child of Spenser Academy. He was captain of the swim team, co-captain of the club rugby team, editor in chief of the Spenser Academy gazette, had straight A's and a straight laced girlfriend. All in all, he sounded too good to be true. Catherina knew from experience that most of the time, the good ones were the bad ones. She caught his eye, her eyebrow quirking slightly. He gave her a grim smile and returned to taking notes.

Something was not right with this Danvers character.

"Did you get the Bio notes, Caleb?" Pogue Parry tossed his bag into the empty seat beside his best friend as Caleb flipped a page in a newspaper. Caleb hummed a reply and nodded towards his own overstuffed bag. Pogue grunted his thanks and dug into the bag. Caleb exhaled heavily and let his forehead rest on his palm as his frown deepened. Pogue paused in the act of sitting down, studying Caleb's facial expression. "Something up?"

"Just a story." Caleb muttered, closing the newspaper and folding it in half, attempting to hide the headline from Pogue. Pogue held out his hand and, defeated, Caleb gave the newspaper to the long haired boy.

"River Dragged, Body Found." Pogue whistled low under his breath. "Isn't this that same story Maydem made us do a report on?"

"Yeah." Caleb dragged his hands through his hair and down his face. Pogue turned the page and frowned.

"And isn't this the new girl?" He pointed at the black and white photo, one that was similar to the standard senior picture, and indeed it was a picture of Spenser Academy's newest member. Caleb nodded slowly. "I thought she fell in too."

"She did." Caleb tapped his fingers against his cheek, thinking. "If you see Tyler today, tell him to call me."

"Is Tyler in on this?" Pogue asked, his question going unanswered as Caleb walked out of the library, his bag swinging furiously from his left shoulder. Pogue shrugged and flipped the page, grinning down at the sports column.

Reid drew his coat tighter around his slim frame, his lips pursing around the cigarette in his mouth as his tried to get the lighter to catch flame. He turned, using his back as a shield against the wind and finally managed to light up, stowing the lighter in his pocket and taking a few quick drags on the cigarette. He moved over to the low wall that ran around the back of Spenser, finding his normal spot easily.

He had just taken another drag, his head tilted back against the tree growing next to the wall, when the double doors of the side exit to the auditorium were forcefully kicked open. Reid jumped to his feet, turning the cigarette up into his palm for fear it may have been a faculty member.

Instead it was that new girl he had only seen a few times before. Long black hair spilled out from her dark hood, which was pulled over most of her face. Her hands were balled into fists at her sides and she strode across the small courtyard like she had a mission to carry out. Reid considered saying something to her, but when she barely lifted her head and glared at him, he could barely manage to lift the cigarette to his lips and inhale slowly. He simply watched her walk into the woods behind the school, her slim frame disappearing within minutes.

With a shrug he adjusted his coat on his shoulders, one hand shoved deep in the pocket of his jeans as the other swung limply at his side, the burning paper held loosely between two fingers. He traced the girls' footsteps with his own, finally finding her by the miniscule creek that was surprisingly not frozen over.

"You know it's not safe to wander off campus by yourself." Reid announced his presence. The girl jumped, spinning wildly with wide eyes. Amused, Reid lifted the cigarette to his lips.

"You know it's not nice to sneak up on people. Or follow them." The girl spat back. "Stalk much?"

"Just making sure you were okay. You never know when you might need help or something." Reid grinned as she stepped towards him. Then her eyes narrowed, her face hardened, and one of her hands appeared in his face. Her thumb and index finger pressed the end of his cigarette together with a low hiss of the paper being extinguished.

"And what makes you think I need your help?" Reid remained speechless as the girl once again walked off, this time towards campus. When she was out of his sight, he looked down at his cigarette.

"The fuck?" He breathed, holding it up to examine the frozen end.

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