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Chapter 9
MARIAM'S POV
I watched as Spencer studied his watch again. Cute!
I don't feel like battling straight away, so... I thought I'd have a bit of fun.
I made yet another snowball, setting it on the growing pile at my feet. I'll teach him to laugh at me. I peeked around the corner again. Just a few more should do it.
My hiding place was around the corner of the neighbouring house to the Demolition Boys'. Nice and close to my prey. He glanced down at his watch again and began to stand up.
Patience is the key to this game.
He began walking (more like dawdling) over in this direction, his eyes dancing over everthing. Nearly there, a few more metres.
He stopped. Goddamnit! He was so close! Grrrr... I'm just gonna have to wait.
It's been five minutes and he hasn't moved. Not one bit! I can't wait much longer my patience can only last so long.
He blinked and his eyes wandered to where I was waiting. I ducked behind the building. If he saw me, my plan is ruined.
I peered around again. He's gone. What the heck happened to him.
I cautiously stepped out, the snow made a quiet crunching sound. I peered around quickly, I feel like I'm spying on a taller Max, always making sure no-one noticed me. Another step. He's just disappeared!
"Hey Mariam!" What?
I turned to have a snowball hit me square in the chest, a smirking Spencer lifting another. No fair!
I ran back to my fort. Grabbed one and hurled it at him. It missed, damn!
He rose up and hurled about four snowballs, I'm not sure of the exact number. I had ducked behind a tree that stood outside the house. An evergreen.
That's it! No more Ms Nice-Mariam!
I ran full pelt around to the other side of the house, so I was behind him, he had already bounded across the steps to hide behind the other side. I'm starting to become pissed off.
Hey I know! It may not hurt as much, But he'll become soaking wet. I can ogle then, I grinned at the thought.
I glanced out and flung the snowball up, making sure I made it travel horizontally enough to maybe hit the blonde. I threw a few more, before Spencer's head popped up from behind the stairs. I giggled, he had snow all through his hair, and he was soaked.
I was too busy giggling to notice him coming up to me. I shreiked when I felt an icy wetness slip down my back, gathering around my kidney area. I shivered and jumped up and down.
"Spencer! You're gonna die! Ack!" I heard him laugh. Goddamn man!
He grabbed the bottom of my shirt and shook it gently. I blushed at the action, covering up with a quick slap on the arm. He didn't flinch though, it's scary. I even left a print!
"Um, I think it's best if you had a shower and changed." He said. What about him? He's more soaked than me! He continued as if he had read my mind, "I don't want you to get a kidney freeze."
"A what?"
"Kidney freeze." He stated simply.
"What exactly is that?"
I shrugged slightly, "It's when you get a chill in your kidneys and your back hurts because of it. It can be really painful." I still looked at him skeptically as he began to walk to the door.
"What about you? You're wetter than what I am." He oppened the door and held it open for me.
"I'm used to the cold. You're not. That much is obvious." I folded my arms and stomped up the stairs. I hate it when people are right.
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I sighed as I exited the bathroom. That was what I needed. No more freezing hands, no more uncomfortable wetness and of course, nice warm inside of house and clothes.
I wandered downstairs as I dropped my dirty clothes into the laundry basket (it was outside the bathroom, right next to the door).
I could smell chocolate, hot chocolate. I floated the rest of the way to the kitchen.
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