It’s December third, the start of the colder months. Eva had made the foolish mistake of forgetting a sweater. She tries to ignore the biting cold, focusing on the bits of frost that dust the grass by the sidewalk, you’re footsteps on the concrete as you walk beside her.

She’s so distracted by her surroundings she doesn’t notice you holding out your sweater for her.

“Take it. You’re shivering.”

You say, watching as she takes it and puts it on. You playfully nudge her shoulder once she has it on, a teasing smile on your face.

“And it looks even better on you than me. I don’t think it’s my color.”

Eva hates the blush that creeps up her cheeks. She knows she made a mistake last night, kissing you, but you were both drunk and it felt nice in the moment. You didn’t even seem to mind that much, though you haven’t mentioned it since then.

You both finally make it to the school. Eva sighs softly as some warmth returns to her face. She’s never liked the cold much.

Though, as Heath walks up, she wants nothing more than to go right back into the snow and stay there for eternity.

The sight of his face makes her sick. He’s so beautiful. The kind of beautiful that makes her realize she’s never had a chance next to him. You’re in love, and she hates him for it.

“Hey babe.”

He mutters, putting his arm around your shoulders. Eva feels sick. Heath turns his head to smile at her, not unkindly. He’s never unkind. It makes her unbelievably angry.

“Hey, Eva. We missed you in Robotics yesterday. Where were you?”

“I was sick yesterday.”

She lies, the blunt response making Heath’s smile falter slightly. She doesn’t feel bad, though she knows she will later. Yesterday, you had managed to convince Eva to skip Robotics with you. You made her swear not to tell Heath, knowing he would be angry about it.

Eva’s eyes flick to you. You’re staring straight ahead, not showing any reaction to her lie. She sneers, considering telling him the truth. About everything. The skipping, the kiss, all of it.