Holly's new, young teacher has a dark past, and a dangerous future. She soon finds herself charmed by his ways, and gets thrown into the chaos. Who knew having an ex-gangster for a teacher could be so troublesome? As Holly and Mr. Heywood grow close...
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Puffy snowflakes fell from the grey sky, coating the ground in a fine layer of white. The window from where I was watching from was icy cold to the touch, my breath fogging the glass with every breath. It was a beautiful scene. Almost straight out of a movie.
WHAM!
"Ah!" I cried, jumping back from the window, my heart jumping into my throat.
"What is it?" Chris's concerned voice called. A few seconds later he appeared next to me, eyes wide.
I turned to the window, where snow was splattered against the pane. "Someone threw a snowball at your window!"
His eyes narrowed. "What?"
THUMP!
I started again as another snowball slammed into the window. "It happened again!"
He moved toward the window, cupping his hands against the glass and peering out. After a second he scowled. "Holly, put on a hat," he ordered, abruptly walking away from the window and into the living room.
"What? A hat?"
"It looks like we're going to war."
I hurried after him, frowning. "You're not going to beat up that person, are you?" With the gang gone, he wasn't looking for other ways to be violent, was he?
"We're going to beat up that person," he clarified, smirking.
"Er, what?"
"Dress warmly," he ordered, coming back over to me and yanking a Laplander over my head, pulling it over my eyes so I couldn't see.
I pushed it back up, blowing my now staticky bangs out of my face. I looked into the reflection on the window, seeing Scooby Doo looking back at me. "Scooby Doo?"
"It's old," Chris told me, digging through his closet. "Did you bring you winter jacket?"
I thought about the thin sweatshirt I brought. "Yeah."
"Don't lie to me, Holly."
"Don't ask questions you know the answer too."
"I don't understand what you have against winter coats," he muttered, pulling out a black Northface.
Another whump! came from the window and I jumped yet again. Annoyed now, I strutted back over to the window and looked out, but couldn't see anything. Who the heck was throwing the snowballs? They were going to break a window!
Chris threw the jacket at me and I put it on, still unsure of why we were going outside. Or why I had to go with him. I was pretty sure whoever was doing it would take one look at him and run in the other direction.
