Free ICE (The Benders Series) by B.T Hoax Page A

“Well, I’ll be waiting in your truck, popsicle boy.” They both proceeded to take off their skates and hop into the run-down truck. “So how about pizza? I love pizza. Haven’t had it since moving up here.”
    “I’m actually not a fan of pizza,” he winced. “I actually prefer cold food myself.” Kenna gave him a look as if to say ‘are you serious?’ as he shifted into drive. “How about a sub? You can get yours toasted.”
    She rolled her eyes. “I guess that’ll be fine, but you should really crank the heat in here. My toes are going numb.”
    Then Jon made a sound as if to sigh. “Ooo actually the heat doesn’t really function. But there’s a blanket in the backseat. You can warm up with that.”
    The shivering girl reached behind her and pulled the tattered blanket over herself. “Well next time we take my vehicle,” she murmured as she curled into a ball in the passenger seat. “So do I get to hold your hand while you’re driving or what?”
    He reached his hand out to take hers but upon their touch, he recoiled immediately. “Sorry, germaphobe. If you have gloves, that’ll work though,” he suggested as he put his hand back on the wheel.
    “Well no hand-holding I guess then,” she replied angrily. “I don’t usually wear gloves.”
    “Well you’ll have to start,” Jon interrupted her complaining. “After all, I want to make sure every guy out there knows who’s holding your hand.  You’ll attract a lot of attention from the guys around here. You’re beautiful.”
    Kenna felt her face begin to blush. For someone who was so cold, he was awfully sweet when he wanted to be. “I suppose so,” she said to brush off the praise. “But I warn you, I’m about to get a foot long steak and cheese with double the cheese and a ton of southwest sauce. We’ll see if you still think I’m beautiful after you see me down all twelve inches.”
    “I know I will,” he smiled as he turned to her.
    And he did. He even reminded her as they parted late that day, though he also reminded her that he finished his foot long first.
    And their first date was one of many that followed. Somehow, Jon never ceased to surprise her. As cocky and rugged as he seemed, the boy had an obvious soft spot for the girl, and an obvious attraction to her as well.
    Kenna hugged her pillow as she recalled another of their quite unique engagements.
    Snow week.
    Apparently in the northern states, schools found extra special ways to celebrate the bitter winters, and it was another great illustration of the exceptionality of their relationship.
    “Please, will you come? You can totally see me embarrass myself with my killer dance moves?!” Kenna recalled begging, her mouth curving into a pathetic pout as Jon parked his truck across the street from her house. “And you should know that I haven’t decided if you are really an arrogant asshole or actually kind of a sweetheart. Bear that in mind with your answer.”
    He shook his head. “I’m nineteen. I’ve served my time. High school is the last place I want to be,” Jon argued despite her convincing disappointment.
    “Perfect then,” she said spitefully. “I’m already a loser. Now I’ll be a loser with no date to the Snow Week dance. First ever snow week and first dance at this school and it’ll be a total bust.” Kenna sighed seeing that he remained unmoved by her anger. She crossed her arms over her chest and turned away from him. “I guess I just won’t go.”
    Jon laughed a little as he was altogether amused with her charade. “You know you can’t manipulate me that easily, Kenna. You can go have a fun time with Brit.”
    She turned and glared at him, his pleasure making her fury become almost sincere. “Fine. But I’ll remember this,” she warned as she stepped out of the truck.
    “I’m sure you will,” he replied with a shake of his head. “I’ll see you later.”
    “Yea, yea,” she sighed as she closed the door. “Later.”
    Kenna never