It had a couple days since Jack had met Sara, due to the duties of being a spirit of winter; Frost had been forced to abandon his observation of the girl for several days. At last, he had found the time to pay her a visit. With his return he brought with him a fresh sheet of powder, though it didn't last all day. By the time he found Sara on the campus, the snow had long since melted and all that was left were here and there patches and ice cold temperatures.
At long last, Jack found Sara dashing through the campus, dodging other students, barley granting them a retort when they cursed at her. Her jacket flying open as she ran, and her bag going askew on her back. "Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!"
Flying along beside her, Jack laughed. "Late I see."
Like before, she was blind to his presence. She looked ready to collapse though, her face was red with running and her hair was starting to curl due to the morning mist. At last, Sara stopped running after reaching the steps of an old looking building. Clutching the stitch in her side, she gasped. She looked ready to pass out. Pulling up, she straightened her bag and brought her fly away jacket into order. "Christ I'm an idiot."
Chuckling, Jack crouched on the top stair, watching her as she pressed her hands to her cheeks in the hopes of bringing down the obvious heat and flush in her cheeks. Finally, she deemed herself fit to be among her peers. Ascending the stairs, she walked right through Frost, only to stop and sigh with relief and the sudden brush of cold that brought down the sweltering heat caused by a combination of running and leather jacket. Standing up, Frost followed her inside. "Glad to be of service."
Taking a seat next to the door, Sara unloaded her bag, groaning and rubbing at her shoulder. "What happened to you?"
Glancing past her, Jack caught sight of a smaller woman, the spot behind her ear decorated with a ladybug tattoo, hair red and falling gracefully down her shoulders. "I went to the wrong freaking classroom for discussion."
A look of pity and humor cross the woman's face "What classroom?"
Biting her lip, Sara flushed. "Film discussion…"
Her peer busted up "On the other side of campus?!"
Fixing her with a playful glare, Sara muttered. "Don't laugh at me Linn; I nearly killed people while running here!"
She glanced at the clock, still laughing. "And you're three minutes early."
Jack joined Linn in a laugh, still flushing; Sara proceeded to pull her books out. "Good to know I got my exercise then."
Frost stood back and took a turn about the room, half an ear devoted to listening to the…GTF; he wasn't sure what that meant. Sara sat quietly only talking when it came time to introduce herself to the class like the others had. "Hi, I'm Sara Dombrowski, sophomore and I like to read and write a lot…. I don't have specialty currently, still working on that one."
The class went for a good fifty minutes. Most of it was composed of the GTF answering questions about some project. At last, the class ended and Jack followed Sara out of the building. She looked relieved about something; he took a guess it had to do with that project. Before he could even blink, she was off again, head up, eyes focused. In no time she was entering another building, joining a heavy set woman with short black hair and arms inked with various flowered vines. "Hey Sara!"
Smiling, she joined the girl and both expressed their relief about the project. "It's not difficult just really bloody time consuming."
At her words, a man siting a few spot down jumped in. "Hey! You're one of those people that says something isn't difficult, that it's just time consuming!"
That pretty much brought the conversation between Sara and her friend to a halt. Single eyebrow raised, Sara muttered a very uninterested "Yeah."
That said, she ignored the man, until he made another attempt to grab her attention. "You have a Mohawk like me!"
He pointed excitedly at his head, which bore a rather pathetic streak of hair overly short hair. The guy was kinda pathetic looking all around. His hair was greasy and curly, he was overweight, and stank of stale tobacco. Again, Sara nodded. "Yeah, that's great."
Jack really didn't like this guy, and judging by the look of annoyance and discomfort, neither did Sara. The moron didn't seem to be picking up on the hints. Her friend was kind enough to lend a hand. He just caught the sigh of relief that escaped her lips as students poured out of the lecture hall. The two students practically ran into the lecture hall, Sara attempting to put as much distance as possible between her and the creepy guy.
The class ran for about an hour, and in that time, Jack grew bored and went outside. He made it snow for a bit, but only a few inches, nothing to keep people from going home. Looking up, he saw Sara descending the steps of the building, Jack also noticed that the man from before was in front of her, pretty much blocking her way to the bus.
Flying over to her side protectively, Jack glared at the man. He stopped Sara, much to her distaste. Though she wasn't one to be incredibly rude, she still shook his hand and let him talk to her. It only got worse from there. Curtis followed her off campus, using a very weird and stupid means of flirting. Jack stood by; he'd intervene if he had to. "You see Sara, I think you and I are very similar, we like to observe other people, and we are deep thinkers. I think we could connect on a higher level… What do you think?"
Jack gaped, was this guy serious. He admitted he was a bit childish and a bit rusty when it came to picking up women, but did the guy really say that? Sara had stopped walking, and rounded on Curtis. "I think that I don't like people observing me."
Curtis blinked, and Jack felt a bit of shame. Well, he was better than Curtis, at least he wasn't trying stupid pick-up lines on her. "But…"
She interrupted him before he could get in another word. "Plus, I have a boyfriend."
That was an outright lie, Jack knew for a fact that she was single. He'd actually spoken to the man of love himself about Sara. According to Cupid, she was a difficult customer, she had many crushes but nothing screamed 'meant to be' enough for to persuade him to shoot her with an arrow. Curtis kept trying. "Oh come on…
He moved forward, Jack had had enough, and the look of anger and fear in Sara's eyes and the fact that she had her hand in her purse, fingers clutched firmly around her pepper spray, that was enough to worry Frost. So, Jack stuck out his foot and tripped the guy before he could move another muscle. For a moment, Sara stood, black bottle of pepper spray ready for action. "Go!"
Shoving her weapon back in her purse, she turned and sped away, Jack close behind. Only when some distance had been put between her and Curtis, only then did she stop. Leaning against the cement pedestal at the entrance to the campus, Sara shuddered. Jack looked down at her. Taking a deep breath, she chuckled. "Well, I think I've met my nightmares for the next couple nights."
Planting his feet on the ground, Jack stood next to her, attempting to put his arm around her in a gesture of comfort. She shivered at the cold, but Frost still couldn't touch her. "Christ, why is it so bloody freezing?"
How he wished she could see him, just once, maybe even hear him.
For my readers of Curiouser and Curiouser, and Voices. I am sorry, I have had very little time to add stuff to the story. It's not that I have writer's block, I've just been busy and I'd like to make sure the chapters of those stories are the best they can be. So I will try and get something for at least one of them out this weekend. Also, I am typing to you from my brand new laptop, whom I have named Arion, after a mythological Roman horse, very aggressive, hardy, rude and fast... Yes my laptop is a guy, a big muscle bound guy XD