ice (a fake dnf story)

The Quad Axel

Clay and the rest of his team pile onto the ice only to be greeted by the figure skaters still practicing. 

"Alright then boys, into the stands!" one of the guys shouts. They all shuffle awkwardly through the too-small exit and into the stand. Clay is taking a seat when he hears someone yell on the ice.

"George! 4A!" Clay knew a thing or two about figure skating and he definitely knew that a 4A meant a quad axel. And quad axels were by far one of the hardest jumps to do. He was intrigued and looked to see who was going to be doing it and if they could even do it. 

A smaller boy skates forward with such grace and elegance it seemed impossible. Even though Clay knew how to skate he was still pretty ass at it and so was the rest of the hockey team. They didn't flow without care as George did. They could skate smoothly but not in the same way the boy on the ice did. 

But after watching how George glided up to the coach, (at least who Clay thought was the coach) he started to notice the features of the man. They were all so smooth and easy to look at. His nose was a cute little button nose, his eyes were a nice almond shape but Clay didn't really know how to describe eyes so that was his best guess.  His skin looked flawless, no blemishes or patchy spots. He looked so angelic. 

The stunning boy starts to skate around the edge and then drifts towards the middle. He swings his leg and jumps. He turns to quickly, making the blue skirt on his leotard fly up. He gave the allusion he was flying because for Clay it felt like it was happening in slow motion. 

George floated back down and glided along the ice on one foot. He made a quick turn and slide back towards the group. 

"Thank you George, that was excellent," the coach started. "Good job to you all today. But it is time for us to leave so the hockey team can practice."

Clay was transfixed on George, watching as he sauntered off the ice. But he continued to watch him after he was out of the rink and heading towards the lockers.

"Clay!" A teammate shouts at him while hitting his shoulder. Clay looked up at Elliot, the guy hitting him, and then looked back in the direction of George. He was gone. 

"I don't know what is going on up there but you need to get out of your head and focus on this practice. You know that Matt is not going to have it if we are slacking off today."

It was the first practice after their big game. 

And they had lost.

Matt had been playing hockey since he was 5 so he was really passionate about it. Now, he had taken over the job as the coach even though he was a player on the team. Nobody was a big fan that he had taken over the role because he was over the top with them. Now they would have to face him after their big loss. 

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It was definetly on the list of top ten worst practices for Clay. The whole team was yelled at, at the start and then they were critiqued on every move they made. And to top it all off, Clay didn't get out of his head like Elliot suggested. Instead, he fantisized about George, what he wanted to do with that petite, slim, beautiful body and of course all the cute and sweet stuff they could do. 

Clay was completely stuck on this George guy that he had only seen once. But he knew he would make something of him and George. He just had to. There was something so enticing about the boy, maybe it was how he moved, or how he looked. But Clay needed to know who this boy was and everything about him, (in a good non-creepy way) and make that boy his.

Ew. I am literally crying. I don't want to write this but I am committed to making this for my friend. Umm, the goal is to write a chapter a day ig. I'm going to give my friend a fake name to make it easier. Your new name is Love because that one of the name I call you <33 okay I'm done now going to go km el oh el!!!!!!