Jawbreaker ❆ Tom Kaulitz

[ 07 ] Sleeping Beauty

   

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07. Sleeping Beauty
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The ice feels strangely empty as I circle our side of the rink, eyes lingering on the skaters down the other end. I manage to spot Alba, who gives me a quick wave, but there's no Saskia in sight — which is odd for a Saturday morning.

                Meyer seems pissed that her star skater is missing, and from where I'm standing, it sounds like she's taking it out on the other girls. Tough shit.

Being completely honest, I understand why she's pissed. The girl is a fucking weapon on the ice — anyone with half a brain could see that. She's the best they have, probably the best they'll ever get. Not that I'll ever be the one to tell her that. Wouldn't want it to go to her head or anything.

When Coach waves us away, I pull my helmet off and quickly yank my bag up from the edge of the rink, gliding over towards Alba and putting on my most charming grin before asking, "Where's Ice Princess today?"

She raises an eyebrow, a look of amusement toying at her face, "Wouldn't you like to know?"

That's why I'm asking, isn't it?

"Just curious," I shrug, "That girl hasn't missed a practice in years."

"I think she's sick," Alba responds, making her way off the ice as I follow, "She's been sleeping for, like, two days now."

                My brows instinctively pull together in confusion and I mumble, "Sick? Her immune system is fucking stellar, though."

                "Yeah, I know. I'm going back to check up on her now," She sighs as she takes a seat on the bench, sliding off her skates and shoving them into her bag.

                "Can I come?"

                My query stops her movements abruptly and her head turns slowly towards me. Her amused look is replaced with uncertainty, pulling at her bottom lip with her teeth.

I don't know why I asked that.

                She shakes her head quickly, "If you want to get your head bitten off."

                "It's been two days since somebody's put me in my place," I muse, snorting a laugh, "Who better to get her out of bed than me?"

"You've been warned," She sings back, tugging her own bag upwards and throwing it over her shoulder.

                Like Saskia, I've known Alba since high school, and as soon as Alba decided to take Saskia under her wing, they became fiercely protective of one another — the feeling of her right hook colliding with my head is still heavily imprinted in my mind (and the side of my head). Shocking that I didn't learn not to fuck with Saskia right then and there.