I wake up early this morning, not even having to look outside the window, I know it had snowed, pretty hard. I think everyone can tell when it snows, it's more quiet and calm. I'm excited for school today, I always found school easy for the most part, it's not like I have to talk to many people anyways. High school for me used to be walking in cashmere sweaters with bell bottom jeans with my friends who would study in a coffee shop downtown, we'd talk about boys and that one hot English teacher. Now, I wear GAP sweaters with high-rise straight jeans, I study in my bedroom by myself.
After a while of sitting in bed and thinking I gather the effort to take myself to the bathroom and brush my hair and teeth, I spray on cheap perfume and use a lipgloss I've had since tenth grade. Pulling on a crème colored knitted sweater I hear Aunt Becky yell from downstairs,
"Bailey school is closed!"
Sighing, I finish putting the sweater on and flatten down my baby hairs as I skip one step at a time while hurrying down the steps.
"I knew that." I smiled,
"However I'm going to a coffee shop downtown to read." Finishing my sentence with a glare, aunt Becky looks me up and down.
"You don't live in town, do you need a drive?"
"Nope, I'm good. I can walk." I say as I put on my coat and swing open the door.
My lungs fill with freezing cold air, fog has settled close to the ground, and the sun hidden behind the clouds.
Maybe I shouldn't walk.

I end up walking anyways because I really didn't want to ask aunt Becky to drive me, the car ride down would be more grueling than the walk down with sharp waves of cold hitting your face and neck. I eventually do get to the coffee shop and I see a private school girl walk out with a cup of coffee.
Saint Mary School of Vanilla Valley,
The only private school in town, and the only school that keeps it's doors open when it snows hard like it has today.
As I open the door, the bell rings and everyone pauses midway, mugs frozen in their hands. With a half hearted smile, I make my way to the front counter and order a cup of coffee with a splash of vanilla creamer, and I make my way to one of the high top tables that sits two.
I open my book, "Of Mice and Men" and get lost in the pages. I swear, I could read forever, and only focus on the words. Sometimes I even forget where I am, and then comes the slam of the coffee mug on the table which makes my head shoot up.
"Thank you." I say, and get back to my novel.

A male voice cuts my focus,
"Ah. Mice and Men. A classic, I remember reading that freshman year."
Bolting up, a handsome young boy stands in front of me, his eyes are green and his hair a light brown parted in the middle which looks like it has natural volume.
"Mind if I sit?"
"No, not at all." I nod.
He smiled and pulls out the novel, "The Scarlet Letter."
"I've never heard of that book, is it good?"
He sips his coffee and puts it down, he smiles with his teeth and shakes his head,
"It's amazing, a perfect blend of romance and immoral characters." He chuckles.
I'm not very good with small talk so I take my eyes back to my book, but all I can focus on is the number at the bottom of the page.
33.
Pretending to read, millions of comments swarm in my head as to what I may say to this boy who's sitting across from me.
This boy.
I should ask him his name.
"Uhm, what's your name?"
"Corwin." He looks up instantly, "And yours?"
"Bailey."
He smiles. He has a very nice smile. His dimples are deep and the edges of his eyes wrinkle, his canine teeth on the top look like fangs.
"Well, it's nice to meet you, Bailey."
My eyes move back to my page, but I seem to catch him looking at me, still.
"Is there something else you'd like to say?" I say looking back up.
"You're very concentrated."
"That I am." I say with a small chuckle.
"You are too." I add on.
He lets out a faint smile, "Then we have something in common."
I nod my head and look back down at my book.

Hours pass, and I know this because the sun starts to set. And I finished my book, so I pretend I'm still reading and the boy is still sitting across from me.
The clock reads "4:57"
"I should probably start heading home, it's getting dark." I say and close my book.
"Wait, I'll walk you home. It would be incredibly rude if I just let you go without walking you home."

"I suppose it would be rude." I respond.
he packs his things up and opens the door for me.

"So, what made you go there? this is the first time I've ever seen you in there." Corwin says. His breath visible in the navy blue.

"Well things at home haven't been the easiest and school was closed and I needed somewhere to be."
Corwin didn't respond, instead we just walked until it was pitch dark and street lights was the only source of light. We walk and walk, the air was cold and silent, and the only sound was our boots crushing the snow beneath us.
We finally reach my house.
"Thank you, Corwin." I say while facing him.
His eyebrows rise followed by his voice, "Anytime." And then he turns his back and starts walking the other way. I step onto the porch step and glance back, his body moves slowly and as I'm about to turn away, his head turns around and he smiles. Putting my other foot in the porch step, I stare looking at the porch light.
Today I meant a boy, his name was Corwin and he was very beautiful.