I finally caught sight of my target. He didn't see me yet, but I saw him clearly. I bent down and picked up my weapon, I swing my head back and threw the snowball that hit Remington right in the neck that was exposed because he decided not to wear a scarf. His hands flew to his neck with a loud "FUCK!"

"Who the fuck threw this you are so fucking dead!" He roared. People stepped back, looking around trying to find the person behind the vicious attack. It was a chilly school morning and the first snow has fallen. Perfect opportunity to mess with Remington. Remington scanned the crowd before his eyes landed on my leaning against a tree with an amused look on my face. "You." He said, voice less vicious now. A kid standing a few feet away from me looked like he was about to die. 

"I didn't do anything!" He yelled before running off. Remington made his was over, bending down to pick up some snow. I looked at the amount of snow he picked up and cursed him for having such gigantic fucking hands. I contemplated for a little while more and decided that I would run and probably hide behind Link, or Kade, or some other unsuspecting victim. I turned around and got a few good steps in before I was pulled to a halt by the back of my hood and a very, very large amount of snow was pressed into my face. Fuck. 

"That is so fucking cold!" I said, wiping the snow off of my face.

"Well thats what you get for throwing one at me." He shrugged, crossing his hands over his chest. The whole school was looking in absolute horror. I guess if it was anybody else that threw that snowball they would already be dead, or on a one way trip to Timbuktu.  

"To be fair I was aiming at your back. And its your fault for not wearing a scarf." I said.

"You still threw it, I still got my revenge. I would ask if you wanted to go throw snowballs at Kade and Link but the losers are already inside." 

"Cowards." 

"Absolutely." He said, swinging his hand around my shoulder and leading me inside the school. 

"She's not dead?" Someone in the crown said pretty loudly, earning a glare from both Remington and I. 

"Dude shut up, or you'll be the one dead." Someone beside him said, elbowing him in the side. 

We made it inside the school where Kade and Link were waiting by my locker. Cowards, afraid of a little bit of snow. No worries, I'll get them after school. 

"Amerie!" I heard a voice behind me say. I turned around to see the choir teacher. I've seen her a few times before, and borrowed sheet music from her once for a project, but I didn't have her class. 

"Mrs. Turner, how can I help you?" I asked. I was on my way to lunch so I didn't really need to rush. 

"I need a favor from you. Now this may sound a little weird but I heard you sing at the karaoke place with your friends, my husband owns it. Anyways, I don't have anyone to sing at the Christmas show at school in two weeks and you were amazing." She said all in one breath. 

"But, you're the choir teacher. What do you mean you don't have anyone to sing?" I asked, confused.

"Oh honey, most of those kids can't carry a tune!"

"I'm sorry miss but I don't know any Christmas songs, nor do I celebrate Christmas. Not really my holiday, you know." I said.

"Oh please its just two songs, of your choosing! And anything that has a tambourine or jingle bells in it can be considered a Christmas song." She said "Please honey, I already told the principal you were gonna do it and she already gave you service credits for it. Please you can sing anything you want!" She said. Anything I want you say. I sighed, she already told the principal so there is no way to get out of this anyways.

"Fine, its not like there is any getting out of it now with Mr.Parker notified that I was going to be participating in this. Against my will." Mrs.Turner thanked me and I made my way to the cafeteria, a little annoyed by the situation. 

"Someone doesn't look happy." Kade said as I slammed my lunch down on the table.

"That obvious?" I asked, opening my lunch box. 

"Yeah. Whats up?" Remington asked, turning so he was facing me. 

"The choir teacher cornered me and is now forcing me to sing two songs at the schools Christmas concert in two weeks. I couldn't even get out of it because she told the principal before she even told me!" I said, stabbing my fork into my food violently and repeatedly. Remington took the fork from my hand.

"Now, now. Lets not take it out on the food." He said. "How does she even know you can sing?" He asked, confused.

"Apparently her husband owns the karaoke place we all went to and she heard us." That was followed by 'oohs' from all three of the guys. "At least she made the mistake of saying that I can sing whatever I want and that anything with a tambourine or jingle bells can be considered a Christmas song so I am going to do exactly that and sing whatever I want." I said with an evil smile before stabbing my food again, but this time to eat it.