The morning air is bone-chilling, piercing the thick jacket you are wearing. You pressed yourself against the school wall, trying to find warmth. The bus that was supposed to take you and your classmates to the museum was still late.

Suddenly, you felt two large hands wrap around your waist. You turned your head in surprise, and your heart pounded when you saw the face of Vedrick, your mortal enemy, right before your eyes.

"What are you doing?" you asked in a shaky voice. "Shut up. I'm cold and you're wearing my hoodie," she answered casually.

You take his hands off your waist and tuck them into your hoodie pocket. Warmth spread across your hand as you held his hand. He rested his chin on the top of your head, and you felt his warm breath on your ear.

"See, it's not so bad," he whispered. You blushed, and tried to ignore the stares your classmates were giving you. Especially your best friend, who looks at you with doubt.