Samantha's P. O. V

“Ah," I screamed, quickly pulling my hand back from the ice.

“What is your problem, huh?” I snapped, “Are you trying to make things worse for me?”

He looked at my injured hand, then at my face. “I already told you it would hurt, but you didn't listen. And somehow, I'm still the one to blame?"

“You know what, forget it,” I said, zipping my jacket higher. “I don't want your help anymore."

“Hold on, you can't just change your mind like ...