Ivy
The arena doors slam shut behind us, and the sound of the storm swallows everything. Wind stings my face and cuts through my jacket like a knife. I am grateful for the thick hockey jersey. It lessens the chill. Jaxon curses under his breath, Cole tightens his scarf, and Elias lifts his chin like the blizzard is merely a minor inconvenience.
"We're not walking across campus in this," Cole shouts over the wind.
"No s**t," Jason replies. Snow is already clinging to his hair. "Truck won't even make it out of the lot."
My eyes scan the parking lot, and it is a disaster. Those who have tried to leave in their cars have skidded into other cars. People are shouting at one another, and fights are beginning to break out. My breath ghosts out in frantic bursts. "Then what do we do?"
