CHAPTER 175
**ZION**
The class was dismissed. I heard the professor say it, but the words didn’t really land. They floated somewhere in the background like static noise, irrelevant compared to the chaos in my head.
I leaned back in my chair, arms crossed, my thoughts wandering aimlessly—until they landed on her.
My Snowflake.
Everything else faded.
The buzzing conversations, the scraping chairs, the shuffle of students getting up—it all disappeared.
All I saw was her.
A smirk tugged at the corner of my mouth before I could stop it. Pathetic. I didn’t even recognize myself anymore.
This wasn’t me—smiling like an idiot over a girl.
I don’t want anyone to see it. I don’t want anyone to know how much she’s gotten under my skin. But it’s like trying to hide a fire behind a wall of smoke.
It’s obvious. And no matter how much I try to ignore it, I can’t stop thinking about her.
I tried to wipe the smile away and force my face back into something unreadable, but it lingered.
Just like she did.
Under my skin, in my veins—Winter was everywhere, and I didn’t know how to get her out. I wasn’t even sure I wanted to.
The conversation we had this morning—after last night when she said we could only be friends—was fucking brutal.
Awkward as hell.
It was so damn awkward, every word feeling forced like we were both walking on eggshells.
I swear I’ve never felt so fucking nervous in my life.
My palms were sweating, my throat dry, and I couldn't even look her in the eye without feeling like I was going to completely lose my grip.
What the hell was wrong with me?
Why the hell did I act like a damn schoolboy around her? I should’ve been in control. I always am. Always the one who calls the shots, who stays cool.
I used to walk through life with that cocky smirk, unbothered, untouchable. But with her? I turned into a stammering idiot who didn’t even know how to stand still, let alone say the right thing.
It’s like I’m a fucking rookie again, tripping over my words, scared of saying the wrong thing.
But that shit ends now.
I need to get my fucking shit together.
Man the hell up and show her I’m not that asshole anymore—the guy who pushed her away, who let pride and anger do the talking.
I need her to see that I’m still that same boy from when we were kids. I can be the best friend I used to be… hell, I can be better.
She’s not just some girl—she’s the girl.
The only one who’s ever truly mattered. And I was too proud, too fucking stubborn to admit it until she was already slipping through my fingers.
She gave me this chance, and I’ll do everything I can to make sure she never regrets that decision.
I’ll prove it to her—every goddamn day if I have to.
Just as the thought settles in my chest, a sudden shadow falls over me, and a veil of blonde hair obscures my view, pulling me out of my thoughts.
“Hey, Z...” a voice purred, too sweet and too practised.
A blonde leaned down, her cleavage on full display as she flashed me a grin. Her perfume overwhelmed the air around us, thick and cloying.
Did I know her?
Probably some nameless girl I fucked in the past.
Jesus, I’d been such a fuckboy..
I only ever thought with my head below the belt, never caring about the consequences.
What the hell had been wrong with me?
I should’ve saved myself for Winter—hell, I wish I had. If I had just done things differently, maybe things wouldn’t be this screwed up now.
Manicured fingers trailed down my arm like she had some kind of claim on me, her touch crawling over my skin like something I wanted to rip off.
“Class is over, you know. No more rules…”
Her fingers then trailed dangerously close to my waist, and before I could stop her, she made a bold move—swinging one leg over and attempting to settle into my lap, like she thought she owned the space.
I froze.
She arched her back, trying to press her chest against me, lips just inches from mine.
“You look so stressed, Zion,” she cooed, lips curving into a sultry smile as she leaned closer.
“Bet I could help you unwind… give you exactly the kind of release you didn’t know you needed.”
Jesus.
It was so forced, so goddamn rehearsed, it made my stomach turn.
Every movement she made screamed try-hard seduction.
Like she thought I’d be putty in her hands if she just played the role right.
But all I felt was revulsion.
Because she wasn’t her.
Not even close.
“Whatever you want.” She whispered.
I didn’t flinch.
Didn’t move. Just stared at her, jaw tight, the corner of my mouth curling into a cold, detached smirk.
You couldn’t get me going if you tried.
The second her fingers touched my cock, a chill ran through me—but not the kind that ignited anything.
No.
Her touch made my skin crawl.
Like I needed to scrub it off just to breathe again.
The only girl who could burn me alive with a glance. The only one who ever mattered.
Winter. My Snowflake.
This chick?
She looked fake, plastered with too much makeup, like she was desperate for attention. She probably thought I’d be impressed by her little act, but all I could feel was annoyance—her presence was nothing short of repulsive. The last thing I wanted was her anywhere near me.
I felt a fury that she thought she could even try to fill shoes that weren’t hers to touch.
“Come on, Zion,” she said, leaning in, sugary and smug.
“Don’t pretend you’re not interested.”
That was the final straw.
I gave her a cold, unblinking stare.
“I’m not fucking interested......”
She smirked, clearly not taking me seriously, her fingers brushing against my chest as if testing me. But the moment she leaned in closer, I felt the simmering anger inside me boil over.
“Take your fucking hands off me,” I growled, my voice low and venomous, daring her to try again.
She blinked, stunned. “W-what?”
I jerked my arm away, my jaw tightening with disgust.
“I said,” I growled, locking eyes with her,
“Touch me again, and I swear I’ll make you regret it. And that fucking perfume you’re wearing? It’s suffocating—like cheap desperation. It’s unbearable.”
Without a second thought, I grabbed her by the waist and shoved her off me—harder than necessary.
She let out a startled yelp as she tumbled to the floor, landing on her ass with a loud thud that turned every head in the room.
“Now get the hell away from me before I say something that’ll really humiliate you.”
The classroom went dead silent. The few students lingering after class froze mid-step. Laughter died.
Conversations stopped.
All eyes turned toward us, the tension thick enough to choke on.
Her cheeks flushed a deep shade of red—more fury than shame—as she scrambled to her feet, chin jutting out in defiance.
“Jesus, what’s your problem?” she spat.
“You don’t have to be such a jerk.”
“Apparently I do,” I seethed.
“Because girls like you don’t get it any other way... now get out of my fucking sight before someone mistakes you for trash I forgot to take out.”
She huffed, wounded pride radiating off her—but I didn’t care.
Her heels clicked against the floor as she stormed away, muttering something under her breath, but it was drowned out by the buzz of hushed whispers and shocked gasps echoing through the classroom.
Clark let out a low whistle behind me.
“Damn, bro. That was savage.”
Ro shook his head, looking between me and the now-quiet class.
“You just obliterated her ego right in front of everyone.”
“Does it look like I fucking care?” I shot back, my tone dead serious.
Harry, leaning in with a mix of amusement and caution, muttered,
“Make sure I’m never on your bad side, alright?”
I didn’t even look at him. The silence that followed was enough of an answer.
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