Fire on Ice

Part 22

Nora POV

I nearly have to hold Nikolas back. As soon as we saw Kevin, Nikolas's whole body tenses up— especially his fists— and he stands staring at Kevin's door for a good ten seconds. I have to pull his arm to snap him out of it. When we walk into the room and even though I am expecting it, my stomach drops as I see only one bed. Gigi is gonna hear a whole lot from me when we get back. I plop my bag down on the bed and I look over to Nikolas as he places his bag on what is supposed to be a couch. It's not. It's not even 5ft long. No way his 6 ft + self is going to be able to sleep comfortably on that thing. He catches me staring but I quickly look away knowing that if I didn't I probably would have offered to switch. But I really don't want to sleep on the couch. I look at the clock and it's 3pm. The competition is tomorrow so we have some time to kill before we have to go to sleep. "Do you wanna get some food?" Nikolas suggests. I just now realize how extremely hungry we are since we didn't have lunch; We only ate coffee and a cream cheese bagel this morning. I nod my head in response to his question. "Okay, I'll just order take out and we can eat here."

"Yeah, that sounds good"

"We should eat something with carbs. We need energy for tomorrow. What do you want?" I look at him because I know what I want, but for some reason I don't want to tell him. One, because he would find some twisted way to tease me about it considering I want pasta and he's Italian. Two, because I don't want to impose. I feel like he is just asking me out of courtesy or something. So I stay quiet. "you can pick." I say shrugging. "Nora, I know you're lying to me." His state suddenly becomes very pointed almost as if he's trying to make me pop. I shake my head,"anything's fine, Nikolas"

"Come on. I honestly don't care what we eat. I'll eat anything. Just say what you want."

"What do you want?" I try shifting the attention off me.

"What you want." He says with a smirk. I can just tell this is a game to him. Well...Game on.

"But what if what I want is what you want?"

"Yea, and what I want is what you want."

"But if what I want is what you want, then technically you just want what you want."

Nikolas stares at me, pursing his lips and holding back a smile. "Fine."

"I win." I say sticking my tongue out.

He stomps towards me in a pretend 'I'm going to get you way.' And I let out a giggle as I roll back so that he doesn't get me. "Just tell me what you hate the most so I don't get that." He says through laughter. "Shrimp." I answer, but my answer only seems to add more fuel to the fire. "Nikolas, it's not that funny." He quells his laughter as he pulls his phone out to order.

"You're right, you're right, It's not. Oh and also if you don't tell me what you actually want, I'm going to order shrimp." I stare at him, mouth open in disbelief. No way he just finessed me like that. "I win." I hear him whisper under his breath in a high pitched voice. I'm assuming he is mocking me. "Do not order shrimp." I say throwing a pillow at him, which is useless because he catches it with one arm not even looking up from his phone. "But I'm about to click pay."

"Fine! I want pasta! But I pay!" I yell out.

Nikolas looks at me in amusement "What, I always have pasta before a competition" I mumble.

He looks at me with a ready smile, "I guess you have a thing for things made in Italy."

"Nikolas!" I immediately throw another pillow at him. I have to turn around so he doesn't see how red my face is.

After we eat we head to the facility to check it out before the competition tomorrow and to say it's ginormous is an understatement. Just the rink alone is the size of Coach's entire gym.