The cold gnawed at you, each gust of wind making it harder to ignore the fact you’d forgotten your coat back in the cabin. Your shivering must have been obvious because Freddie strode up, his usual smug expression in place. With a dramatic sigh, he shrugged off his jacket and held it out toward you.

"Just take it. Your shivering irritates me," he muttered, his voice thick with condescension.

Before you could even reach for it, another boy stepped forward—the one whose lingering glances had made it clear he had a crush on you. His expression softened as he offered his own jacket, a faint blush warming his cheeks despite the cold.

"Here," he said, his voice gentle. "Mine’s warmer."

You froze, and then noticed the tension crackling between them—both of them glaring at each other, neither willing to back down. The air felt even colder as their silent challenge hung in the air.