Hot Winter (Chapter 2)

Summer POV

It had been six days already, meaning I leave tomorrow to the North Pole.

I looked at my suitcase. Checking over everything. Check. Check. Check.

"Finally" I mumble. I spent the last two days packing. 

I zipped up my suitcase and chucked it on the floor. Flopping on the bed, I slipped out my phone and began to text my friends.

"OHMYGOSH! I still can’t believe his sending me to that hellhole for 6 months. 6 months of winter! Doesn’t he know how much i hate winter?"

I got a reply straight away. One from Beth and the other from Hayley (or hail). Beth is a rich, blonde bimbo pretty much and hail, were tight. We've known each other since we were 5 years old. Even though her parents aren’t rich as Beth’s or mine. 

"I totally can’t believe it either! OMG like seriously, the is like child abuse, right? It’s so child abuse sending you there! Plus we like so going to miss you so much! I like totally hate your dad at the moment! Beth x" 

"Aww babe, I’m going to miss you so much! I can’t believe you are going to the north pool tomorrow! I know winter is hard on you. But you can get through this. Keep in contact, yeah? And NO JOY RIDING! Keep safe and stay out of trouble. <3 Hail"

I laughed at Beth’s text, she’s so retarded!  

I smiled at Hail's text. 

"SUMMER GO TO SLEEP! YOU GOT A 10:30 FLIGHT TOMMROW" Shouted my mum. I rolled my eyes and shut my phone. 

-In the morning-

I was shaken awake. 

"Meeerrrrghhhwwwwaaaa piss off" i mumbled

"Now, there will be none of that language young lady," Scolded my mother. 

Bleh... she’s SO uptight! "What happens if i don’t catch the flight?"

"Don't be absurd Summer; of course you’re going on the flight!" She said in her no-nonsense voice. "Now get out of bed and get dressed. You leave in half hour"

I sat up immediately in bed. "HALF HOUR!? But that's barely enough time for a shower!"

"Don’t take a shower then." My mother replied. Honestly! Is she even listening to herself?

"DONT TAKE A SHOWER?! But i got to take a shower!"

"Take a shower then" she said calmly

"YOU’RE MAKING NO SENSE!"

"Just get out of bed summer"

- After shower -

By the time i was dressed and make up was on, i had 10 minutes to eat breakfast. I sprinted down stairs to the dining table to scoff down whatever food was there.

I was had just finished my cereal, was halfway through my peach and was about to eat a fifth pop tart when my dad called. "TIME TO GO SUMMER!" 

I grabbed two pop tarts to eat in the car, and then dragged my large suitcase with me towards the limo.

"COME ON SUMMER! YOU’RE PLANE LEAVES IN 15MINS." He shuts again. Well you know dad, it be awesome if you got your butt out of the car and helped. You lazy buggar. I kept on dragging, making sure at some points to be extra slowly to tick dad off more. 

After 2 minutes, dad got out of the car and dragged my suitcase for me. I skipped behind him eating my pop tart. 

- Later -

I was now on the 10:30 flight to Canada, which from there; I will fly with the six boys, and will be spending 6 months with them. I sigh, there probably all super ugly and old. 

What’s worse, instead of my dad putting me in first class (which i usually fly in) he put me in business class. EW! Like, this is where poor people fly. I sooo hate my dad. 

I switched on the screen and started my endless movie fest.

By midnight, i had landed in Canada. I had 20 minutes to spare before i had to make my way to the next flight. 

I walked over to the coffee shop and but myself a cappuccino with some chop chip cookies. 

"Thanks" i say as i pay.

I sip and crunch as i walk to terminal four. 

The whole terminal was completely empty except for six people huddled together.

They were all as i expected, ugly and old. Except for one, he looked like my age.

His gaze flicked up to mine and he shot me a smile "Nice to see you’ve finally arrived, Ms.Mitchells"

I nearly lost myself in his eyes, but managed to regain myself.

"Summer, my name is summer not 'Ms.Mitchells' okay? And yes i have arrived, when do we leave?"

The boy checked his watch, "In 20 minutes we board the plan".

I sigh and lean myself against the wall as i gulp down the last of my coffee, chucking it in the bin with the cookie wrappers. I slide my body down until I’m sitting on the ground. I take this time to check out the hottie. 

Black messy hair, pale skin, excellent jaw, and the most amazing silvery grey eyes i have ever seen in my life.  He was tall and i could see bits or muscles peeping out of his body. But it wasn’t bulging muscle waiting to explode that i usually see on the people i hang around with. It was nice to see just a bit of muscle, i could even go far enough, to say it was attractive. "Mmmmm yum" i whisper to myself. Though the guy must have super hearing because he looked up as me and gave me strange look. I felt my cheeks burn up a bit. 

I was so glad we had to get on the plane straight after that, so i didn’t have to sit there being embarrassed. 

I expected to be flying on a normal plane, but instead, we got this little crappy plane, which will be driven by an old guy. 

"What the hell is this?" I demanded, pointing at the piece of metal, which barely looked fit for flying.

"Our plane...." said one of the elder guys slowly.

"It’s a piece of crap!" i exclaim.

"Look girly, your just going have to get over the fact that you’re not riding in a private jet to Alaska, yeah?" Said the hottie. 

How dare he say that? I’m Summer Amorette Mitchell’s, i can have whatever the hell i want. "Don’t talk to me like that," i say. Flopping down on the seat, i brought out my phone and played games for the next 5 minutes.

"Y'all all buckled in? Yeah?" said the old guy wheezily. 

I heard a murmur of "yeahs". I sigh and buckle myself, then resumed playing on my phone.

"All electronics off?" He asked again. There was a repeat of "yeahs". I sighed louder this time and turned my phone off. Deciding to look out the window instead. "Most crap plane flight of my life" I murmur to no one in particular.

-Somewhere in the Northpole, if you guys can name a actual place id be so thankful -

I nearly cried at how cold it is. I felt so miserable. I was silently cussing my dad with every horrid word under the sun.

We all rushed into the airport as soon as the plane landed, we had to wait 30min before we could catch a shuttle bus to the research centre we will be staying at for the next 6 months. 

I walked over to one of the cheap coffee shops and bought myself a hot drink. "It’s okay summer, it was ages okay. Just don’t think about it. Just don’t think about it". I continually murmur to myself.

I crawled up in one of the many chairs, sipping my hot drink. Haunted by the memory’s emerging from that one horrible winter night. The reason to be why i hate winter so much. 

It was the longest 30 minutes of my life before the shuttle bus i arrived. I sat at furthers back seat away from everybody else. 

I kept sipping at my hot drink and forcing myself to think about summer, my favourite season.

"Why do you hate the winter?" The hottie asked. How did he know? I stare up at him with a blank face. "Your dad told me you hated winter, and i wanted to know why."

I looked at him for a couple more seconds, before looking at the window, not bothering to answer. I heard him sigh and give up on finding out why for tonight.

A/N: Please be some what kind on the reviews. I'm fragile and I take things to heart :/ x