When I Hacked the Snow Prince

“Are you nervous?” Tyler asked as the country town began to pass by the windows. He was driving and I was in the passenger seat of his car, simply looking outside. “Not really,” I chuckled turning my head to him. He had his eyes on the road ahead, and his light brown irises held a cheerful expression within them. “Then what are you thinking?” “Just wondering what sort of things are in store for me this year. You know I'm joining school in the middle of the year. So don't know what people are gonna think,” I voiced my thoughts. Ty tilted his face to me and frowned. “When did you start caring about what others think?" "I don't.." I shrugged my shoulder. "But I need to fit in and somehow survive here." "Carrie, you're gonna fit in perfectly well. And I'm sure you'll have a nice year ahead,” he flashed me a warm smile. I just nodded and smiled in response. I really hope I have a nice year. Well, before we move on, let me introduce myself. My name is Caroline Ann Turner. I'm called ‘Carrie' by my close ones. My home is in Perellard and I arrived here in Witalder, more accurately Tyler's home yesterday afternoon. Tyler is my cousin brother but we are more like twins. We are both 17, I'm a bit older. Talking about my parents, Dad's a General manager at a company and Mom is a doctor. I'm their only daughter and now they have practically send me away from home. The reason is, I got into a few troubles in my previous school. Along with that my GPA wasn't very impressive. Hence, when I finally punched and broke a rich Jerk's nose, our principal who had great regard for me, didn't have to contemplate much about dismissing me. Wait, stop! are you thinking I'm a bad girl? No! I'm not. Well, at least not entirely. And this time, it wasn't my fault at all. Believe it or not, troubles somehow automatically find their way to me, no matter wherever I go. So yeah, here my lovely Cousin Tyler is the top student in school and my parents thought it would be a good idea to send me here and make me attend the rest of the one and half years of high school along with him. So that maybe Ty can influence me and I'll finally become a goody two shoes like him. But I know myself better. Anyway, I agreed with their decision. Because first of all I couldn't by any means stay at my previous school. I messed up with the wrong gang and it was even dangerous for my life to continue there. Just kidding, I just got a silly death threat from the jerk I punched. It's not like I'm afraid of him or anything, I just thought I needed a change. Well, who doesn't like a change, especially when you can have delicious food everyday. My aunt, I mean Ty’s Mom, is a great cook. She runs a café which is the most popular cafe in the town. Let me say honestly, My Mom's cooking skills suck. And Afterall, It wouldn't be too bad attending school with your cousin. I hope I can enjoy a lot here along with Ty like he said yesterday. Right now, we both are on our way to Ty's school and my new high school ‘Harbinger high'. We both are in grade 11. "Ty, are you popular at school?" I blurted out the question which suddenly popped into my head out of nowhere. He might be really popular. I mean, he is extremely handsome, the top student and he is also on the basketball team. “Not very, but I have a few friends to whom I can introduce you," he replied nonchalantly. “By the way, I have basketball practice evening. So, take my car and go home after class.” “So, how are you coming back?” I asked. “I'll wait for you.” “You don't need to. I'll ask Asher to drop me.” “Who is Asher?” He chuckled at my curiosity. “My best friend and our basketball captain. His house is only a few blocks away from ours.” “Oh…” I nodded. In another five minutes, we pulled up in the school's parking lot. Ty tilted his face and looked at me while unbuckling his seat belt. His expression suddenly became a serious one. “Okay Caroline, now I need to give you some instructions since it's your first day. First of all, don't get into any fights with girls or boys. And behave politely to teachers and generally everyone. Also, listen carefully to class and take notes. At least you should listen when the teacher is talking about assignments. I heard you didn't turn in half of the assignments last year. It's not gonna happen here,” He said in a very serious tone as if he is my science teacher Mr. Roger. Oh hell, my Mom! She has told him everything. “C'mon Ty, you already gave me enough instructions yesterday. Please don't start again,” I groaned. He sighed and got out of the car. I opened the car door and got out as well, falling into step with him. “Who is the new girl with Tyler?” I heard a girl whisper as we entered the hallway. “Don't know. Will she be his girlfriend?” another girl whispered, almost in a shocked voice. "No way. The last time I checked, Ty didn't have a girlfriend." Whispers continued to arise from the crowd of people in the hallway as we walked to the office to get my schedule. I thought Ty said he isn't popular. Damn! He was lying. Everyone here seems to know him, judging by the looks they are giving me. Soon we reached the office and got my schedule. Ty was about to compare both of our timetables to see which subjects we have in common when someone called out his name. I turned around to see a tall, dark handsome guy coming walking toward us with a wide smile plastered on his face. “Hey, Brent!” Ty smiled brightly. "I wondered why you didn't come for morning practice. You didn't tell me your cousin sister is joining here," the Brent guy said flashing a cocky smile in my direction. “So, Asher told you?" Ty asked. "Yup," he nodded before turning to me, extending his hands. "Hi, I'm Brent Dexter, I'm on the basketball team with Ty." "Caroline Turner," I replied whilst taking his hand and quickly giving it a firm shake. As I left his hands free, he raised his eyebrows and grinned at me as if impressed. Anyway, he soon walked away after saying we shall get to know each other during lunch. Once he left, I turned to Ty to ask him about him, only to see him frowning at my timetable. "What's wrong?" I asked. "I can't believe we only have maths together," he whispered in an almost discouraged tone, giving the timetable back to me. His face looked so dim as if he had expected me to be with him in every class. That's kinda sad but maybe it's for my good. I mean, I don't want him to see me sleeping and getting scolded in every class. Not that I care but I don't want him to do spy work for my Mom. “It's okay. You've still got plenty of time at home to try and make me a nerd, although it's not gonna happen," I patted his back, to which he sighed in defeat. "Okay then, my first hour is History. See you next hour,” I said and smiled. The second hour was Maths for both of us. “History class is on the second floor, left corridor. Or wait, I'll take you to the class so that you don't lose your way around,” he said grabbing my hands. “No need. I'm not a kid," I jerked away his hands to which he responded my shaking his head. "Now you better go to your class before you get late,” I chuckled and turned around, walking in the direction he showed me. I looked at my watch and saw there was still time for the first hour. So I walked slowly, looking around and admiring the school infrastructure. The corridors were clean and attractive, with paintings stuck on the walls above every classroom door. I was walking whilst gazing at the picture of a sunset on the wall when suddenly, I felt myself colliding hard with someone. The force of it almost knocked me down on the floor that I assumed the person who hit me was probably running. I heard a 'cling' sound during the collision that I immediately looked down at the floor to see a white letter cover and a silver pen lying on the floor along with a chocolate. My gaze was soon interrupted by a rude comment, “Are you blind or something? Or you decided to purposefully collide into people this morning?” I looked up at the owner of the voice, who was standing in front of me, eyebrows knitted and intimidating grey eyes boring into me. “Excuse me! You are the one who hit me, if you didn't realize yet,” I informed him. He was the one who collided with me, right? How dare he speak to me like that and now glare at me like this? I looked back at the items on the floor and I saw a single red rose petal lying near the letter. But there weren't any flowers on the floor. That's when I looked back again at the guy and noticed a fresh red rose sticking out of his bag's side pocket. “I see.." I couldn't help but let out a chuckle. "What? You couldn't wait to see your girlfriend that you were dashing like a Kangaroo? You realize you almost fell over another girl?” It's obvious that it's a letter to his lover or crush or whatever, lying along with the chocolate and the expensive-looking pen. Do guys still give love letters? So outdated. The guy in front of me glared at me harder. And it's then I realized he was looking really weird yet somewhat attractive in an unearthly way. He wasn't very tall, I guess 5’8 or 5’9. But still, he was very much taller compared to me as I'm only 5’3. His hair was creamy blonde and some fringes fell over his forehead. His skin was too pale and his narrowed charcoal grey eyes were cold, yet alluring. I suddenly found myself thinking about Draco Malfoy and Jack from Frozen. He wasn't like both of them but he really looked like some snow prince who came out of a cartoon. It's only a moment later that I realized I was gawking at him while he too was staring back at me. I also felt many pairs of eyes on us from both sides of the corridor. "It was you who bumped into me,” finally he spoke in a low voice, through gritted teeth. “Pick it up,” then he said, pointing at the items lying on the floor. “Excuse me? Why would I? You pick it up if you want,” I scoffed. “Pick it up right now,” he said looking at my ID card, his expression now blank. “No! What will you do?” I snapped. “Pick them up. Go to Mr Pinter's, Chemistry classroom and give it to Claire Wilson,” he now said calmly. I chuckled at that. What did he think of me? His wing woman? I was about to speak but then he turned and walked away, tucking his hands in his pocket. Seriously? Did he really think I would pick it up and deliver it to this girl, Clair Wilson? Oh, what about that Rose then? And how could he leave his love letter on the floor like that? I wonder what the hell is wrong with this guy. Either he is exceptionally stupid or extremely arrogant. I shook my head and started to walk. But then the chocolate captivated me. It was like the chocolate was calling out to me. Okay, If I don't pick it up, someone else is gonna pick it up and have it. So It's better I have it. I turned and bend down picking the chocolate. Should I pick the letter and pen? Maybe I can open the letter and see what the Ice prince has written inside it. I guess it’s okay to open the letter since he left it on the floor like that, so cool. So at last, I ended up picking all the three items. And then the bell rang. Oh, shoot! I need to find my class. I quickly rushed in search of the History classroom, tugging the items into my jeans pocket. Soon I found the classroom and a lot of people looked at me in confusion as I walked in. "Hi, I'm the new student," I informed them with a smile before I walked towards an empty seat I found in the back near the window. As soon as I sat down in the seat, a few people surrounded me and started asking me questions. I enthusiastically replied to their questions, as I didn't want to give them a bad first impression of me. Unfortunately, a guy named Noah found the chocolate poking out of my pocket and was looking at it. Ahh…I had thought to have it alone. Now I have to share. The chocolate disappeared no sooner than I opened it. I got a tiny piece and honestly, it was really tasty. Too bad, I couldn't get a bigger piece. Soon the History teacher Miss Cooper, a middle-aged Woman in her forties arrived and everyone went back to their seats. Mrs. Cooper opened the second chapter in our textbook and quickly began teaching without noticing me. I tried to concentrate since it was my first class in this school. But sadly, I failed after ten minutes. The class was hella boring. I looked out of the window and found the vast football ground. However, it was empty. But a nice cool wind was blowing inside through the window. I sat like that looking out for some time until I heard the teacher call my full name. s**t! I messed up in the first class itself. I quickly turned my face to look at the teacher. “Who is Caroline Ann Turner?” Mrs. Cooper asked. Oh, so she was just asking to know who is the new student. I left a relieved sigh and stood up. “You are wanted by the principal,” Mrs. Cooper said, shooting me a glare. What? Why!?