Frostbite Pt. I

A Chill in the Air
"...as such, school security will be maximized this week to prevent any incidences. I hope you all understand that while you are capable of defending this school from Grimm, that does not mean you will be able to defend yourselves from a serial killer."

That morning, the student body had been gathered in the auditorium to hear a speech from Professor Mulberry. A string of murders had taken place recently, and though it seemed no one there was capable of making an arrest, it called into question the wellbeing of the people who thought otherwise.

"Thank you, everyone. Classes will resume as scheduled, and curfew is at 8 o' clock tonight. You are now dismissed."

Some students exhaled a sigh of relief whereas others immediately sprung up and started chattering amongst themselves, eager to absorb and disperse juicy information as young adolescent minds tended to. Bodies flooded out the doors and into the halls, though some were less eager to make such hasty moves. Saige was one of them; she'd sat with fellow team leader Canaan Vogel and stared at the floor most of the time. Sure, their wellbeing was fine, but it was the safety of family members which concerned-

"Saige?" Her head snapped up like a catapult as Canaan beckoned her attention. "Are you feeling okay?"

A warm but late smile crossed her face. "I'm fine, Canaan," she retorted, "just dazed. I guess I partied a little too hard last night, you know?" She got a jubilant laugh in response and an amused punch in the shoulder.

"Are you kidding? Macy was the one doing pirouettes on the dance floor. Who knew she had those moves?" The statement itself cracked a big grin on both their faces.

"I know! I mean I knew Macy was a born dancer at heart, but I never expected her to pull off breakdancing- Oof!" Saige got cut off when someone bumped her from the back, draping an arm over her shoulders. Even without a glance, she could already tell who it was.

"You two talkin' about Canaan's little sweetheart again~?" Tara poked at them. No, really. She poked Canaan's cheek a number of times before letting out a hearty chuckle with her partner in arm.

Likewise, his cheeks turned bright red, and his brow furrowed into a pout. "N-no! I-I-I just said she was a really good dancer! That's all!"

"Aw, that's adorable. You think you don't have a crush on her~."

"Knock it off, Tara," Saige mused, lifting Tara's arm off herself. "He's just not sure how he feels yet."

"You mean like knowing how you feel about my brother?"

A light blush and a cheeky expression danced its way onto her cheeks. "Yeah, pretty much. Then again it's not like he's doing worse with Macy than you are with Shark."

A moment of silence slipped past, prompting the two to turn their heads to their third wheel. Just as she thought, Tara's face was wide with surprise. "The hell are you talking about?"

"Well," Canaan chimed in, finally having found his upper hand, "it's not like it's a big shock anymore, right? You two were together every step of the way on that infiltration mission, not to mention you pretty much ran from the room when he showed up at the door last night-"

The entire split second Tara punched him into a wall of lockers, he smiled—he knew he'd hit her right in the gut instead of vice versa for once.

"You two don't say a word of this to anyone," she growled. She felt it on her back, the most mocking expression anyone could ever had. One little turn of her head confirmed that Saige was smiling like she was the sweetest person, yet had the audacity to stir up evil thoughts in her head. "You hear me Crissy?"

"Loud and clear, Rhysball~."