A/N: Trigger warning, physical violence due to anger. Time for Icy to have a chance to shine (I love writing her omg, somehow more than Darcy) and then my OC Iorda next chapter (who, yes, has a weird name. It came from a baby name generator so sue me).

Icy—Chapter 4: Lightning the Match

As much as I want to freeze Riven's pathetic excuse for a dick off, I decide to be serene and diplomatic for once and move over to the snack table to quell the anger. Glares from many students after I part ways with Darcy make me want to tell them off so damn bad. But that will only make them hate me more; Darcy and Stormy need a fresh start this year.

I stand next to the snack table, thinking absently that the school culinary team did exceptionally well. The table is filled with snack platters, ranging from veggies to fruit to little crème puffs shaped like swans. Those I have to try. I grab a paper plate and dish up watermelon, tomato salad, and several of the crème puffs, then I move to the side over to the ice cream—dragon bless the culinary team even if they despise me—before someone walks behind me and bumps into me.

That little shit…

Turning around, I try my best not to glare at the person who decided not to bother to walk one inch away from my direction. I'm well aware of how irritable I am with anyone who's not Darcy or Stormy, but just like Darcy I'm self-aware and I have no desire to change things.

The students here ruined our lives and I would rather die than show them an ounce of respect.

"Sorry, I didn't look where I was going," a blonde that I recognize as Sky says, dusting off his pants before he looks up and realizes who he is talking to. His smile falls. "Oh. It's you."

"Yes, it's me," I say, smirking cruelly and ignoring the fact. "And you're the pathetic himbo who thinks he's better than everybody and yet is so needy for attention."

Sky pauses before he rolls his eyes. Luckily my insult clearly caught him off guard. "Your insults aren't getting any better."

"Neither is your ego," I quip, shrugging as I set my plate down on the snack table. I can feel a dull, burning pit of anger from my gut—one I know that I should ignore—but I feed off of it instead. The fear that it makes me just like my parents haunts me day and night, but thoughts like that only make the anger burn brighter. I lean forward, leering at Sky. "Tell me, are you still getting off on making other people feel like shit or have you seen a therapist by some miracle?"

"When have I ever made people feel like shit?" Sky exclaims, flinging his hands up in exasperation as if he can't even believe the idea. "You—"

Then a slice of tomato hits the side of his face and he freezes.

I glare coldly, ignoring the uncomfortable feeling of tomato juice on my hand and the shocked gazes of the students around us. Sky always acts as if he's so kind and sweet when he's just self-righteous and it pisses me off. He's also a friend of Riven's, which doesn't help his case much at all. The two of them were the main people here who made mine and my sisters' lives absolute shit.

"You say you've never made people feel like shit when really you just kiss up to the few friends you have and berate anyone else!" I snap, my tone becoming colder by the second. "Perfect little Sky thinks the world revolves around him and forgets that everyone else isn't as lucky as is. Well, guess what, you're not perfect. You're a pathetic, deluded, cliche blonde boy who—!"

"Wait, what happened here?"

I quickly look to the right of Sky to see a girl with bright red hair and blue eyes, glancing between us with confusion. She steps forward next to Sky.

"I don't know why you're angry, but Sky's my friend. I'm sure we can work this out, whatever happened," Redhead says calmly, looking up at Sky for an explanation for why he has tomato juice dripping down his face.

"She threw a tomato at my face!"

I chuckle under my breath. "Well, he was being annoying, and acting like a pompous dick." Smiling from the change from confusion to irritation in Redhead's eyes as she meets my gaze, I glance at my nails for a moment. "He asked for it."

Redhead glances at Sky, raising an eyebrow warningly, and Sky rolls his eyes. "Like I said. She threw a tomato at my face for no good reason."

"I have a reason, you're just so stupid that you can't understand it," I sneer. Redhead rolls her eyes, and she is clearly on her friend's side for this argument. Not that I blame her. I'd stay by my sisters' sides without any hesitation in a situation like this, but at least my sisters are decent people.

Sky steps forward, visibly irritated. Good. "Is the reason that you're as crazy as your parents? Because that I'd believe."

I hear the sound before I realize that I stepped forward. Hear the sound of skin hitting skin before I feel my hand hit the side of Sky's face. See the shock on his face and Redhead's before the guilt hits and tears of anger start forming.

"Don't fucking talk about my parents like you know them, you prick!" I yell, barely realizing that practically everyone in the field is watching.

"Why did you do that?" Redhead asks defensively, stepping in front of Sky. "There was no reason to… to hit him. Sky didn't do anything for you to just hit him like that!"

I glare daggers at the girl, not being able to bring any words through the combination of rage and guilt. A moment later I feel Darcy rest her hand on my shoulder reassuringly, knowing it is her because she's done so several times before in moments like this.

"Icy, it's time to go," Darcy says bluntly, but I hear the fear in her voice that this will make things worse. I've never hit someone before, but to be fair, no one's had such a lack of human decency to mention my parents. Not that it's common knowledge how shitty they were, but still.

"B, what happened?" A girl with pigtails questions as she steps beside the Redhead, looking more concerned for 'B' than Sky.

Redhead, B, whoever she is looks between Sky and I, eyes still wide with shock. As if she can't form words or register what just happened. I want to go, run from this, and retreat to the dorm I share with my sisters. I just want to leave.

"Let's just go," Stormy says, arms crossed defensively in front of her as she glances around her at the students begin to gather. "We have better things to do than deal with him."

A moment passes before I breathe in, closing my eyes for a short moment. I open them without glaring at Sky and his likely friends. I fucking hit someone. I mean, Sky was being a dick but even he didn't deserve that. Insulted? Sure, he and all his friends do. But this?

Dragon, I'm going to hate myself for this. I already do.

"Fine," I say through pressed teeth, forcing my eyes away from Sky's accusing glare and everyone's shocked, yet unsurprised, expressions. Compared to the rumours of me and my sisters murdering someone this was child's play. But those rumours aren't true, so this by definition is the worst thing I've done.

I drag myself away and follow Darcy and Stormy to the dorm building. My eyes blink open and closed to try to banish the tears that threaten to escape, and soon I resort to subtly rubbing my eyes; a gesture that would seem like I'm just annoyed.

"Icy, are—"

"I'm fine," I interrupt sharply, seeing Stormy shrug from the corner of my eyes. She knows I felt guilty, and neither of my sisters want to make the situation worse by prying. They will ask me about this at the dorm, but for now, we walk in silence.

We don't speak before I walk into our dorm room—Ancestor's Tower, eighth floor, room three—and open the door sharply. Heels hitting the floor loudly, I sit on my bed and press my face into my hands, not able to bury the shake across my body.

I've felt guilty about being such a raging bitch—to people who deserved it, but that doesn't change anything—but I've never pulled anything like this. Our parents never did anything physical or threw things, but now I just did, and even though deep down I know the circumstances were different…

"Icy, what happened out there…" Darcy pauses, clearly being careful with what she is going to say. "It wasn't your fault."

"Bullshit," I mumble into my hands before glancing up. The two of them have looks of pity and worry on their faces; Darcy, the calmer one as always while Stormy is glancing back and forth between us. "Look, whatever you two are thinking of saying it's not going to help. If I just continued insulting him, then fine. He deserves it even though I know I'm a cold bitch when doing so. But…"

Guilt claws at my chest along with a painful feeling of fear. I'm fine insulting people, but what I did to Sky was unjustified. I could've forced myself to calm down, but instead, I did what everything in this damn school expects me to do.

I snapped and lashed out.

Tears burn in my eyes and I pull my knees up onto the bed, pushing my face into them before I let the tears fall freely. I don't shake or sob, but tears still fall like a waterfall. All in all, I deserve this.

At my right, the mattress sinks, and I half glance up from my knees to see Stormy sitting next to me and Darcy standing in front of the bed.

"Hey," Stormy says reassuringly as she taps my knee softly. "Look, you are not cold and you have never been cold, besides your concerningly low body temperature, that is. But the point is that you are a good person even if… well, many people think otherwise. Those people don't know what they're talking about."

Darcy kneels down in front of the bed, head tilted as she tries to make eye contact with me. "What Stormy said; every single person at this school doesn't actually know you. They don't know what you've gone through, and how for years you were the only one out of us who was able to see how fucked up our parents were; they don't know how you spent years trying to convince me of that while I… tried to fix them or… help them. You're one of the most protective and kind people in this place. Stormy and I—the people who actually know you—understand that, and that's what matters at the end of the day."

I sigh, resting my chin on my knees as I avoid their gazes. "But… I'm like…"

"If you say 'our parents' you do know that Stormy and I then have to fulfill the moral obligation to wrap you up in a blanket, binge Magflix, and raid the kitchen for ice cream for you before the next class?" Darcy smirks.

Rolling my eyes and wiping tears off my face, all while failing to hide my smile, I laugh softly. The two of them have witnessed situations like this before. Many times before. They know I worry about… becoming like them, but thankfully my sisters also know that the best way to help is to distract me with something good. Something better than my thoughts.

"Sounds amazing, but… I have studying to do. There's an exam this week and you two know that. And there's only an hour of break left," I say grabbing a tissue at my bedside table.

Stormy and Darcy give each other a conspiring glance before Darcy speaks. "Icy, Curses and Hexes is your best class. And even if we still have classes left, you need to rest. Mentally." She walks over to me and sits on the bed, and I sigh before resting my head against her shoulder. "Take some time for yourself, okay?

"Hm," I mumble into her shoulder, feeling safer from my thoughts even though a dull feeling of guilt still existed, dully fluttering from within. "Hypocrite."

Darcy sighs, rolling her eyes. "Stormy, you get the ice cream and I'll find a movie to start."

"Got it," Stormy says with a half smile-half smirk on her face, finger-gunning before speeding out of the room.

If she gets caught—which I doubt she will since she is amazingly skilled at raiding food which makes me think if she bought that Nanaimo bar from earlier or stole it—then she'd just look whoever caught her straight in the eye and say, 'It's either this or stabbing out my uterus, so let me take the damn ice cream,' and most of the time whoever she runs into will leave her be.

Especially Professor Palladium. He was stuttering apologies from what I heard about last time.

"So what do you feel like watching?" Darcy questions calmly, a small smile on her face. "Frozen 2?"

I glared, grabbing a pillow and tossing it into her face. "Mention that dragon-forsaken Earth movie again and I will personally freeze your side of the room."

"Icy…" Darcy starts, falsely concerned before a smirk appears on her face. "Do you wanna build a snow—"

Scratch that, I smother her with the pillow after that comment.

A/N: Literally I was close to crying after editing this. There are two chapters after this that are finished, and the rest still need to be written. But this is going to be a long ride, seriously, but I'll do my best to try to keep updates close together.

All the pairings have now been introduced yes! Bloom x Icy is going to take... aWhIlE and I plan on giving them a bit of a Loathing You dynamic (a book) just a bit less... hate (love that book though). Stormy x Musa is going to become something a bit quicker considering Stormy didn't bsh slap Riven (who, yes, is dating Musa for now). And ugh the lesbian inside me wants to make Darcy x Iorda (oc) romantic but we will see how that goes. For now, they're platonic (aka what I said about another fic I have and then they ended up becoming romantic what can I say I am wEaK).

I hope you enjoyed this chapter, please leave a review if you have time (yes I know this website is dead but this is my little hole) and have a great gay! Day, have a great DAY!