The bus rumbled through the snowy mountains, filled with excited chatter. Y/N sat by the window, watching the frost creep along the glass. She wasn’t used to trips like this—or beds of her own.

At the lodge, Ms. Carter handed out room assignments. “Y/N, you’ll be with Isac.”

Isac barely glanced at her before heading to their cabin. Inside, there were two beds—one near the heater, the other by the drafty window.

“I’m taking the heater side,” he said, tossing his bag down.

Y/N just nodded. She curled up under the blankets that night, the cold air brushing her face. But the bed was soft, the pillows thick. The cold didn’t matter. She had never had a bed like this before.

Isac might have thought he was taking the better spot, but Y/N didn’t mind. For once, she had a space of her own.

Isac scrolls through his phone when he suddenly perked up "Yo Loser, you know why everyone ignores, or bullies you? well let me give you an perfect example. You didn’t even protest when i told you that you’ll take the cold side. so tell me Loser, why?" He chuckles to himself.