He crouched down beside her, his hands folded together in his lap, and quirked a brow to match hers. "You're fighting with me right now," he pointed out. She really was a stubborn one, wasn't she? Willing to put herself through darkness and cold just to prove a point. "I'm not going anywhere without you so you might as well give it up and come inside." It was the truth; if they needed to starve, freeze to death, and get detention together, they'd do just that.

"I do want to be around you, but you're far more agreeable when you're not trying to be difficult like this." He eyed her carefully, noticing that the tips of her hair were changing color. What did red mean again? Anger?

He was ready. He gave her a firm, pointed look that meant he was serious.

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