Chapter 1 - A love to last

F A L C O N W A S N ' T in any more of Freya's classes. She wasn't sure whether she was relieved about the fact that she hadn't had to deal with his staring, or if she missed the safety his presence seemed to give her. As intimidating as he was, he worked well as a human shield; something Freya hoped she could take advantage of in the future. 50

Packing her things back into her locker as she prepared to go home, Freya was startled by a warm breath on her neck. Whipping around, she was faced with the usual grinning face of Penn. She pressed a hand to her chest, taking in a deep breath. 139

"Hey princess," he greeted. 129

"You scared me," Freya stated the obvious in a breathless voice.

Penn chuckled in response, resting his shoulder on the locker beside her. Freya pushed away the loose strands of her hair, readjusting the bag on her shoulder before closing her locker. "Did you need something?" she asked, wondering why he wasn't saying anything. Penn looked down at her curiously, still smiling. 1

"What are you doing this afternoon?" He suddenly asked. 119

Freya's eyes widened slightly in thought as she puffed out her cheeks, letting the air out slowly. "I don't think I have anything on," she responded kindly. "Why?" 10

Penn's smile grew as he straightened up. "Great!" he cheered. "Do you wanna grab some ice cream with me? Mövenpick?" 158

Freya's eyes lit up at the mention of her favourite ice cream store and she immediately nodded her head, a grin spreading across her lips. "I'd love to," she squealed. 1

Penn slung an arm over Freya's shoulders and began to lead her outside. "I'll drive?" he suggested. 19

Freya shrugged, not really caring how they got there as long as they did. Penn led her to his velvet red range rover, opening the passenger side door for her before running around the car and hopping into the driver's seat. 33

They drove in silence for a while, the radio playing softly to fill the silence. Freya was perfectly content to get lost in her own thoughts, which mostly consisted of what kind of ice cream flavours she was going to get. 8

"So," Penn broke the silence. "What's up with you and Anders?" 26

Freya scrunched up her brow in confusion. "Who's Anders?" she asked innocently.

Freya swore she saw Penn roll his eyes slightly in irritation, the action making her bristle. It wasn't her fault she didn't know who Anders was. "Falcon," Penn said pointedly. "Falcon Anders. What's going on between you guys?" 103

Freya was left confused yet again. There was something between them? "What do you mean?" she questioned hesitantly. "Nothing's going on." 4

She fiddled with her the ends of her cardigan as Penn let out a frustrated breath, his hands clenching the steering wheel tighter. "He was awfully protective for there to be 'nothing,'" Penn gritted out. 178

Freya felt like crying now. She didn't know why the boy was so angry at her, but she felt like it was her fault he was mad. She sniffled slightly, trying to hide her distress and confusion. Penn didn't seem to take any notice of her situation, continuing to glare at the road in front of him while Freya sat in guilty silence. 252

"I only met him today," she whispered, not knowing why she felt the need to explain herself. She hadn't done anything wrong, had she? 21

It seemed to have been the right thing to say as Penn's hands relaxed, the crease in his forehead disappearing as his mood did a complete 180. "What kind of ice cream do you want, princess?" he asked. 254


Penn attempted to make conversation with a flustered and muddled Freya who tried to reciprocate the effort, but she wasn't in the mood anymore. She was still a little sad, thinking about the way the boy next to her - who was the closest thing she had to a real friend - had almost blown up at her for no reason. 55

They finally pulled into the carpark of the ice cream parlour, Penn getting out of the car before opening the door for Freya. He acted as if nothing had happened on the drive over, instead kept an arm wrapped around her small waist as he led her inside the building. 78

Freya took a deep breath, feeling the need to make a noise of discomfort, but she held herself back. His arm felt oddly wrong pulling her closer like that. She almost felt like she was a traitor. To what or whom, she didn't know. 119

She pulled the sleeves of her cardigan over her hands, wrapping one of her hands around the other arm's elbow. The approached the counter just as Penn began to move his hand, stroking her side. She took the chance to quickly move out of his hold, not having to completely feign her excitement as she ran up to the glass display that held the sweet delicacy. 27

Her mood was instantly lifted and she turned to grin at Penn who was staring at her with a small smile. "Order whatever you want, Freya," Penn told her. 27

Freya took one glance at the cashier looking at her expectantly and shrunk back behind Penn. She didn't like ordering by herself. She looked up at Penn helplessly, silently begging him to do it for her. The same irritated look as before washed over his face and she quickly looked down at her feet. 470

Taking a deep breath, she pushed down her nerves, approaching the counter. "A-a single chocolate fudge, please," she said quietly, exactly how she had practised in her head. 58

She smiled to herself, proud that she hadn't melted into a complete mess. She looked up at Penn again, expecting to see his usual smile settled on his face, instead, she was greeted with a raised eyebrow and a huff. 10

Freya busied herself with studying the floor as Penn ordered his choice of flavours. She didn't know why this was going to badly; he had never acted like this towards her at school. She must have done something wrong. 130

ink of looking up. Heavy boots made their way over to where Freya and Penn stood, finally grabbing the small girl's atte

ace, his presence instantly lifting her bad mood. She grinned wid

rabbed it. She cradled the cup in her small hands as she brought the plastic spoon to her mouth, closing her ey

his gaze flickering down to her lips as she licked away the remnants o

the delicious piece of heaven. Something inside her told her that he was,

nto the side of the cup, dishing out a decent amount for her new friend. She held it out to him, expecting him to take the s

atched him, eyes closed and humming in

was nod. He really

known behind them. "Anders," Penn nodded in acknowledgement, his eyes narr

leasure at the intrusion. "What do you think I would be doing in an

gue, sure," Pen

eight, making Penn's brave face fall for a second before he mirrored Falcon's expression. Freya look

ckey with his tongue? Wa

very con

by a darker look, though it had none of the venom she had expected. It kind of reminded her of the way she looked at food. W

magnets, his gaze soon returned to her own. Completely ignoring the boy beside her, Falcon addressed Freya. "What

lid to the floor as she continued to eat her ice cream in an effort to avoid talking. Falcon's accusing ey

orwards before Freya set down her ice cream, thrusting herself in between the two boys, placing her small hands on Falcon's chest

," she said quietly, still not

grab her own. He held them close to his chest, rubbing the back of them absentmindedly as

ortably. He seemed to be trying to send some kind of unspoken warning towards the other boy before dropping one of Fre

carpark. His grip was still tight around Freya's wrist and his long strides were

lanted for the fourth time. She tugged her hand back, trying to get hi


er as she stood in stunned silence. Falcon was quiet for a while as he pressed his cheek into the re

his hands before gazing down at her with w

close. The action caused the girl to finally regain control of her body and she hesitantly returned the hug. She didn't know why it felt so good to have hi

r a long while, allowing

he melting ice cre

ghtly, looking on with curious and confused eyes. Freya made sure to keep herself pressed up against hi

hanging around her waist as he stared at her in amusement

Freya's disappointment. He stuffed a hand into the left front pocket of his jeans, running

, already picking up the helmet res

eavy piece of armour over her head. He took her empty ice cream cup, throwin

a quickly caught on to the fact that there was only one hel

ds grasped the handlebars. "Don't worry your pretty little head about

le were in pain. "Hold on," was the only warning Freya received before they

g area. She suddenly didn't know what had possessed her into thinking that

treet. Freya's heart remained lodged in her throat and she promised herself then and

had practically run and his insistence on going at least 5 miles over the spee

hrough the barrier of his arms, shoving off the heavy helmet an

r ag


t as dangerous as the roaring beast beneath him. With a smirk lightly painted across his lips,

en?" he asked, though it

ow up at her, an amused expression contorting his features as it often seemed to. "Are you going to stand and gawk all afternoon or

ed weakly, earning another chu

ards her front door, making it clear that he w

Freya pivoted in her spot and made her way up the stone steps and to her door. She couldn't resist one last look behind

elf to leave. Freya opened the door, sealing herself inside the house before looking out the window. Upon seeing

she had disturbed it and turned to face the empty room. Her parents were most likely still

ater, and made her way towards the kitchen. The smell of freshly baked

f warm pastries, grabbing two sweet buns before hightailing it out of the room. Her mother would have

ht that that

have room fo

ircase and into her brightly coloured room. Much like her, the room was painted in a pu

to some comfortable clothes. She neatly took off her shoes, placing them exactly where they

cision of deciding that homework could wait a little longer and decided to wrap her arms around her favourite stu

er eyes. Heavy blankets of safety and security coddled her as she dozed off, her usually ene