You're on a class trip during the winter.

You were unaware of the weather, dressing casually in a long sleeve shirt and jeans.

Now, you're walking through the 2 inch snow, in your sneakers shivering from the cold.

You held your arms together, trying to warm yourself up.

Your cheeks and nose were red and your hands were freezing.

You were in the back of the line, barely catching up with the rest of your class.

Just then, you watched Simon, your enemy's eyes roam around the crowd of your class.

His eyes finally meet yours, his curious expression suddenly turned hard and cold.

He suddenly stops moving, as if he was waiting for you.

He walks back, towards you and you roll your eyes, trying to avoid him.

He pulls your arms back, your chests touching as he placed his mittened hands over your bore, cold cheeks.

He groans, quickly removing his jacket off his shoulders.

"Don't touch me." You say and shrug off his hold, he doesn't budge and 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 your hands in the pockets.

He holds your cheeks once again, in an attempt to warm them up.

"You're still the same dumb person from third grade aren't you, baby?" He says with a soft smile and a chuckle.