“Not with the kind of money in our family she’s not, she’s a social media manager for some luxury brand. She got married last summer to a Lord.” Sydney explained.
“I hate when I don’t get to say that my enemies are living terrible lives.” I huffed folding my arms.
“That's because most of the time bad things don’t happen to bad people. It’s just the cold, hard truth of life.” Remi reminded us all. “Anyways back to your first kiss story time!”
“It was short and sweet.” I nodded in acknowledgement.
“Oh, sweetandhot,” Remi said with a wink. “You’re living the dream, Yesoh. Living. The. Dream.”
I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t stop smiling. “You two are ridiculous.”
“So… was hegood?” Sydney asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Do I really have to answer that?” I asked, groaning again.
“Uh, yes?” they both said in unison.
I hesitated for a moment, then finally gave in, the memory of the kiss making my face heat up all over again. “Yeah. He wasreallygood.”
They screamed again, and I buried my face in my hands, knowing I wouldn’t hear the end of this anytime soon.
The next day
When I awoke in the early mornings the ground was covered in snow. I hadn’t felt this giddy about the winter season’s arrival since I was a child. I put on a red sweater and black leggings and Uggs and slipped out of my dorm faster than you could say that the weather outside was frightful.
I made my way downtown to Wynter’s apartment, I knocked on the door incessantly. Fist to wood.
“Wynter!” I called out, but when the fork opened it was not Wynter no, but Bae who opened the door. Rubbing the sleep for her eyes looking slightly irritated. “Oh.”
“Oh is correct. What are you doing here at the crack of dawn?” Bae interrogated and I suddenly felt out of place, but that wouldn’t stop me from spending the day doing exactly what I’d intended.
“It’s snowing.” I excused,
“Doesn’t explain anything at all—” I whipped past her into the apartment and darted straight for Wyn’s room. “Hey!”
I opened the door to find him fast sleep in bed, I glanced at the clock: it was 7:10AM.
“Rise and shine….” I shook him awake, watching the sleep leave his face, he was curled up in a fluffy blanket.
“Yesoh? What on earth—” he spoke groggily,
“It’s snowing!” I leapt onto his bed. “You know what that means.”
“Certainly not.” He corrected me and I rolled my eyes.
“Come on please, let’s spend the day outside.” I insisted.
“It’s barely seven in the morning.” He huffed, God he was so beautiful even half awake.
“That’s exactly why we have to be the first ones at the part before all the annoying kids think it’s their turf.” I insisted. “It’s the first snow, please.”
“Fine.” His voice softened, so did his eyes. “But if I freeze to death it’s your fault.”
“The people would be disappointed if they knew their ice prince could freeze to death so easily it’s false advertising,” I informed him and he laughed, God he had a beautiful laugh, far better than any sonnet.
“Is that so?” He hummed leaning on his elbow.
“Definitely.” I concluded gesturing towards his closet, “You need to wear something warm.”
