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Fun, Snow and a Big Dilemma!



I ran my fingers through my dark blonde hair, tying it up in a loose bun. I checked my reflexion in the mirror and smiled to myself. Then grabbed my bag and rushed downstairs. I snagged an apple from the bowl on the counter, shouted a good-bye to my mom and hurried out the door, after getting on my coat. Once outside, I smiled. There was my friends' beat-up old Volkswagon Bus, with my group inside. Laughing, I ran to the broken-down, old vehicle and hopped in the open door. Inside, I was greeted at once by Cole Jackson, my boyfriend. He scooped me into his arms and planted a large kiss on my lips. When he let me go, his green eyes winked at me and I began saying hello to the others.

"Lena! We have been waiting outside your house for two whole minutes!" Blythe Summers, my auburn haired best friend, tossed her beautiful hair over her shoulder in mock annoyance. "We would've driven off without you, but Cole said we should wait a little longer." She grinned at me, and I grinned back.

"Well," I started, wrapping my arms around Cole, "I guess I'm lucky to have a boyfriend who cares more about me than my supposed best friend." I gave Cole a peck on the cheek, then leaned foreword to see Thatcher Carson, the driver. "Thanks for waiting for me, Thatch." I ruffled his hair, or I would have, but his hat was in the way. He grumbled at me.

"Lena." I turned to face the small Nerissa Landon. "I was wondering," she went on, twisting her brown hair on her finger, "everyone else agreed, so do you want to go to my family's ski lodge for the break?" She looked at me nervously. I smiled inside. Nerissa was always afraid of rejection, so she never dated. Or did anything normal seniors do. She was such a sweet person, that I had decided in sophomore year to take her under my wing. She must be going through a lot of stress since she usually never feared that I'd turn her down.

I grinned. "Of course I want to go! Man, I've been dieing to go skiing or snowboarding for weeks!" I had learned early on that positive reassurance was the only key to easing her nervousness. Then I saw something that made my grin slide off my face quicker that butter'll melt on the hot pavement.

Beauregard Bangcroft snaked his arm around Nerissa's waist, and pulled her back slightly. "Maybe I was wrong about Wells. I guess she does like skiing and snowboarding. You win, babe." He lightly kissed Nerissa's neck, keeping his deep brown eyes on me. I saw no emotion in the depths of those beautiful brown eyes, so I knew he was only fooling around with her. Then my thoughts froze. Did I just think Beauregard Bangcroft's eyes were beautiful?? I shook myself mentally. Of course Beau's eyes are beautiful, he's beautiful. He's just an arrogant ass who goes through women like tissues. Disgusting. I sent him a silent, hate-filled message with my eyes, and he smirked, his eyes sparking slightly.

I blinked, then turned around to Cole. Climbing on his lap, I slipped my hands around his neck, pulling his face down to mine and brushed my lips against his. He smiled against my lips and, wrapping an arm around my waist, deepened the kiss. I was completely lost in the bliss of the kiss, I didn't notice the car stop. Only when a throat was cleared right next to my ear did I jerk away. I blinked up at a grinning Blythe.

"Nice kiss," she asked, her eyes sparkling mischeiviously. She nudged my side playfully.

I laughed. "Well, I've had better... And just when I thought he was improving, too..." I heaved a dramatic sigh, and grinned when Cole grabbed my waist and pulled me back.

"Excuse me? What was that, dearie?" He began tickling me.

"NO," I gasped out. He wouldn't relent until I was doubled over, holding my sides and crying. "Mercy! Mercy!!" I took a deep breath when his tickling subsided.

"About time, Jackson and Wells. Let's head to class now," the tense voice came from Beau. I stared at him, confused by his scowl and sudden change in demeanor. He turned tensely and started towards the school.

We all stared after him, baffled. Beau was always aloof, never letting his emotions show. We started our grudging trudge to the building we were nearly free of.


I was fuming, livid! Why did she have to be all lovey-dovey with him and completely stand-offish to me? I never did anything to her. Sure, my reputation wasn't the greatest, but that didn't mean anything. People can change, I can change! I can't help it if I never had any real feelings towards the other girls. I've only cared about a handful of girls out of the dozens I've dated, and I hadn't even dated the ones I liked. But that's beside the point. What did Cole Jackson have that I didn't?

"Yo, Beau. What's up? You're actin' strange." Thatcher Carson, my closest friend, eyed me.

I waved a hand at him. "I'm fine. Fine. I just- remembered that I didn't do some of my homework. That's all." It was a bald-faced lie. I never cared if my homework was done, and Thatch knew it. I hoped he'd be to tired to really think about it.

"Aight. I understand." He shrugged, and I nearly sighed in relief. "You don't wanna talk about it. I know you don't give a shit about homework. And I know you know I know. I have an idea of what it might be, but I can't be sure. Not yet at least." He smirked at me.

I gulped. Crap. Now I had Thatcher getting suspicious of my feelings. He may not seem like it, but he was sharp. But I was kinda surprised that he was this active this morning. He had a night job, so he was usually walking through the day in a daze. I cocked my head at him.

"You're unusually sharp this morning... Did you not work last night?" Thatch's family was medium sized, and his parents occasionally came home drunk. When they did, Thatcher was in charge. He'd have to help out with his younger siblings and then try and clean up the house, before going to bed.

He shook his head. "I started to go to work, but Trista called my cell when I was on my way over and said the 'rents were drunk again. So I turned my little car around and went back home. Casey and Harley were asleep within minutes, but I had to stay up to comfort Trista. They'd hit her when they came home and she wanted to stay with me." He shrugged. "She's fine now, but if they hit her again, I swear I'll make them pay."

I looked at my feet. Thatcher had a rough life, unlike me. My parents were rich, and were almost always away on business. I spent most of childhood with our housekeeper, Delia Pillar. She looked after my sister, Natasha, and I like she was our mother. I had befiriended Thatch purely by chance, when our 5th grade science teacher assigned him and I as partners. We found out we had a lot in common, though you wouldn't know that by looking at us. We both had parents that we weren't fond of, both loved Led Zepplin and couldn't wait until we could get out of our shit-hole lives. We'd spent most of our time talking about where we would go if we had the chance.

When we got to our first class, I looked up and saw Selena. She's always in my class, but I never loose the rush I get when I first see her bent over her notebook, drawing. The teacher had assigned seats, and mine was next to hers, though I doubt she ever noticed. I slunk into the chair next to hers, and tried to peak over her shoulder. It was impossible, since she was so close to the paper, it seemed as though she was attached. I yanked it out from under her, and looked at it. She immediately lunged for it, but I held her back with my arm. I smirked at her, waving the notebook, my finger keeping the page.

"So this is what you do during science... No wonder you never have a clue when Ms. Halder asks you questions." I flipped the book open again and blinked.

The picture was of two horses running through a field, followed by a foal. The details were so good, if it were colored, it could be mistaken for a photograph. The horses manes seemed to be alive with the wind. They nearly moved. Selena had caught the tension and relaxion of the muscles flexing. The grass nearly swayed with the movement of the horses running through. It was amazing. I started to flip through and look at the others. A few of Blythe, Adrienne Knowles and Cole. Some of other various animals. I was about to turn another page, when suddenly, the book wasn't in my hands any more. I looked over at Selena, shocked.

"Selena... I didn't know you were such a good artist. Your stuff is great. You capture the life in the object." I couldn't begin to come up with enough praise for her. On the other hand, I also couldn't let her think I had any feeling toward her stuff. "It's shocking. I never thought you would be an artist."

She stared at me, seeming to not have understood a word I said. "Since when did you call me, or anyone else, by their first name? You always call me Wells. Except Thatcher. You call him by his first name." She looked at me, her head held slightly at an angle. I blinked at her, caught off guard.

I regained my composure and shrugged. "I was caught off guard, that's all." I silently cursed myself for ever having developing feelings for Selena Wells. Mentally beating myself up, I didn't notice her talking until she poked my arm sharply.

"Hello! Earth to Bangcroft. Are you even listening to me??" She was glaring at me. Her cheeks slightly flushed with anger, her eyes shining with intense dislike. She looked at me expectantly.

I rubbed the back of my head, lost. "Uh... What do you want, Wells?" I was pissed at myself for acting like a freshman, and annoyed with her for making me.

She let out a frustrated sigh and hit the table lightly. "God, Bangcroft. You're irritating." She fixed me with an intense stare, I nearly forgot to breath. "I said, don't mess around with Nerissa. I mean it. She's to delicate to be treated like the crap you treat other girls like. If you cause her the pain you caused Vivian Anderson in 10th grade, I'll..." She searched for the terrible thing she'd do to me, and I pulled away slightly. "I'll cut off your balls and make you eat them."

She said this slightly louder than I think she meant to, because the whole class turned around and stared at us. She blused prettily, and I smiled in amusment. The teacher, Ms. Halder, stared at us with wide eyes, at a loss for words. She pointed to the door, her finger trembling. "Ou-Ou-Ou-Out of my class this instant, Miss Wells and Mr. Bangcroft!!" The class started laughing, more at what Selena had said than what our punishment was. I saw Thatcher shake his head at me, before continuing his work. Selena stared from Ms. Halder to me, flabbergasted. I laughed and offered her my hand.

"C'mon, Wells. We have a principal to see." To prove how far gone she was, she actually took my hand. Something she would never do under normal circumstances. I helped her to her feet and guided her to the door. But instead of going to the office, I directed us outside. I thought the fresh air would be better for her head. Once we were outside, she flopped on the short wall.

"I... I was kicked out of class..." She looked up at me, helpless at first, then angry. "I was kicked out of class because of you!! You arrogant pig!! I hate you!! You scum-bag!!! I HATE YOU!!!!!!" She leaped up from her spot and started pounding my chest with her fists. I didn't stop her, I wanted her to let her anger out. I would only deflect her waving arms when they came too close to my head. Eventually, the hits died down, and she just slouched against me, whispering, "I do hate you, I do..." She seemed to be saying this herself, as if trying to reassure herself that she did in fact hate me. Slowly and cautiously, I slipped my arms around her and hugged her.

I stroked her hair. "Shh... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to piss you off this much, Wells. It's okay. You can punch me again if you need to." I chuckled when her fist gave my chest another feeble, half-hearted punch. "There. Feel better?" She nodded into my shirt, and pulled away. Instanly, I wanted to grab her back and hug her with all my strength. But I restrained myself.

She shook her head slightly, then looked at me. "Beau?" My heart gave slightly. "Why do you seem to hate me so much?" She looked at her feet, playing with a stone on the ground. "You seem to go out of your way to irritate me, and you're always so mean." She looked back up at me, her eyes looked hurt. "I mean, you get along- sort of- with everyone else, but you seem to only hate me. You and Cole get along. Why can't we?"

Something tightened in my chest. I suddenly felt guilty for the way I had treated her. She hadn't done anything. I sighed. "Alright, Wells. I'm sorry. I'll try not to be an ass to you any more." I looked at her and gave her a lopsided smile.

She beamed. I was so stunned by her beauty, I froze. Her hazel eyes lit up, and she looked genuinely happy. "Thank you, Beau. It really means a lot to me. That you'd consider being my friend." She threw her arms around my neck and gave me a quick squeeze. When she let go, she seemed much more animated. "I can't wait until break! Snowboarding and skiing at Ris's ski lodge? How awesome is that?!" She went rambling on about everything she planned to do when she got there, and a disappointed feeling grew in me. I would love to drink hot chocolate, sit in front of the fire and ski and snowboard with her... but that was Cole's job.