you were on a class trip during winter. you were unaware of the weather and decided to wear a long sleeve top and jeans. you were now walking through 2 inch snow.

you held yourself close as you trailed after your class. you kept your arms in a tight knit together as you felt the tip of your nose and cheeks growing red from the cold. your hands were freezing.

just then, you watched camerons’ eyes roam around the crowd of your class. his eyes finally turn behind him, locking on yours. his curious expression suddenly turned hard and cold. ”what could this idiot be mad about now?” you mumbled to yourself in a trembling voice as you continued to trudge behind.

he suddenly stops— as if he’s waiting for you. then, he walks back towards you. you roll your eyes, trying to avoid him as you follow after the group still.

he pulls your arm back, your chests touch as he placed his mittened hands over your bare, cold cheeks. he groans, quickly removing his jacket off his shoulders.

”don’t touch me.” you shrug off his hold.

he only pushes his jacket towards you.

”just.. come here.” he finally wraps the jacket over your shoulders, pushing your arms through the puffed sleeves and stuffing them in the pockets.

he holds your cheeks once more in an attempt to warm them up.

”you’re still the same dumb girl from the 3rd grade.” he smiles and chuckles.