DRAFTS

𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐏𝐀𝐋'𝐒 𝐒𝐋𝐔𝐓 [𝐗]

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Time : [nyc : 12:15pm] [girdwood : 7:15am]
Location : Hotel, Girdwood, Alaska
Weather : Sunny
Warnings : none
Word count : 542

A sunbeam come enlighten your closed eyelids through the window. You shift your hand to the front of your face, slightly blinded.
You grumble tiredly.
You yawn and open your eyes hesitantly, then look through the window.
The sky is cloudless, letting the sun reflect on the snow.
You scratch your head and sweep your eyes around your empty room.
The cold air hit your body as you get up, put your slipper and oversized hoodie on, grab your sunglasses because your dark circles are bigger than your ears, and head towards the door.
Day 1.

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"Everybody shut up and eat, i'm gonna give you the program of the day" Mr Gardner's deep voice echoes in the hostel cafeteria.

You grab your spoon and start eating your cereals like everyone.

"We're gonna go at the ski shop downtown at 10 and rent the equipment, so at 11am normally everyone should've their skiing equipment."

You yawn and continue to eat, your sight always focused on your bowl full of honey-nut cheerios.

And your beloved principal start talking again,
"Then until 1pm, you are free to ski alone, or return at the hotel, or anything you want as long as everyone is back in the cafeteria at 1."
Thank god i can be alone this morning.

"At 1, lunch, then you'll each form a duo and ski together until 5. Everyone needs to be back at 5, understood ?"
He finish.

I hate duos. i hate people in general.
You suspire, annoyed.

The class nod and start talking to each other like before.

You raise your eyes and watch him turning around and sit down in one of those cafeteria seats.

You bite your lip.

He wears a grey button up shirt, with some dark trousers and a black jacket. His facial features seems tired, surely because of the jet lag.

He grab his sunglasses and put them on like you.

Your attention is fixed on him for at least 5 minutes.

He's cold. He's harsh and cold.

You're asking yourself why he's not as soft than the time he wiped your mouth with his sleeve. He had this look, this caring gaze who can make you feel like you're floating.

You shiver at the though, but also because it's 11 DEGREES INSIDE THIS ROOM.
you definitely don't want to guess how many numbers there's after the "-" outside.

You refocus on your "forbidden obsession" as he rub his face exhaustedly and sweep his eyes around the room.

He notice you, at the back of the room.
You blush but don't lower your sight.

His eyes progressively fill with hurt, but angry emotion.

It's very hard to be able to notice it because of him conceal it with a neutral, slight swarthy expression.

He break the eye contact after 6 seconds and grab his cup of coffee.
He take a sip, acting like you're invisible.

Your pupils narrow unconsciously at him ignoring you before you catch yourself staring and lower your sight to your bowl again.

First breakfast, and i already have the tingling desire to get on my knees at his feet.
Perfect.
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