Snowdrop

un: Crush

"And the sweet little angel
Couldn't keep her eyes
Off the devil"

Snow's POV

I lightly tread through the snow towards my new school. I'm not new. The city has decided to combine the north and the south sides together. Something about everyone getting and how it's "bad for kids" to have two different schools in High Lands.

I wonder if the South kids will be nicer than the North kids.

I step through the front entrance of the new building. No one turns to me. I'm invisible. I have no friends, or family. I'm alone. But I try to stay positive.

For some reason the school smells of a musky male scent. It smells... nice.

I walk the hallways trying to find my locker. I turn the corner and I was about to run into someone but stopped myself.

I rolled my eyes. There are two sides of a hallway for a reason. I look up to see a super sexy male. Wait... did I just say sexy?

He had black hair, kept in a messy, but sexy, way. He had gorgeous blue eyes, that looked like they had lost their light. He was wearing black jeans, a black short sleeved shirt, and a black sweatshirt in his hand. The stranger had his other hand in his pocket.

"Sorry..." he trailed off, looking me up and down.

"It's Snow."

He lifts an eyebrow and tilts his head. "What"

"My name? Its Snow." I replied.

He smirks. Man this boy smells amazing. "Raziel."

I star le at him with a gentle smile on my face. "Like the angel?"

"I have the name, but darling I am most definitely not an angel."

"Sure you are. Even the devil was an angel." I smile and walk away. I really like him.

I finally found my locker and got everything situated. First class, French three.

I turn and find my class. As I enter I go all the way to the back of the classroom. I go to the one closest to the window.

I love the snow. Its beautiful when it's untouched. It brings peace and comfort to me.

I hear the scrape of a chair being pulled out next to me. I look around and pout. But there are so many more empty seats in this huge classroom.

I turn to see a boy sitting down next to me. He has black hair thats slick backed and he has green eyes. He's wearing a dark blue shirt, light blue jeans, and a black jacket.

"Can I help you?" The stranger asks.

I blush and quickly shake my head and wait for the teacher.

After French, it's time for calculus. I stand outside the door. I groan and walk through, going the the back of the class.

People keep piling in and the seats start to fill up slowly. I'm so sick of school and it's only second period.

I see Raziel walk through the door. When he spots me he walks towards me. Once he's arrived he pulls put the chair next to me and sits.