cold as ice

Chapter 2

MIAS POV

A few days went by since I had practiced my new choreo. My coach said it was good, but for me, it wasn't good enough yet. I liked it, but I wasn't really satisfied yet. I got on the ice and played „War of hearts" as I started to do my choreo. Everything was perfect and there wasn't one wrong move I made.

If only my mother could see this.

I was totally out of breath when I finished so I left the ice rink to drink something. Just then, I heard someone clapping. I literally screamed out of shock, looking for the person who's been clapping. And there he was. Simon.
I rolled my eyes as I took a sip from my water. „You almost scared me to death." I said. „That was pretty good, you know?" he said, as if he didn't even hear what I said before. „Thank you, I guess."
„Why are you here this late?" he asked me, and I wondered why he was suddenly so interested in what I do. „I wanted to practice. Why are you here?" he didn't answer me right away, like he was thinking about something. „I saw you climbing out of your window so I figured out you'd be here." he said and I shot him a confused look. „So you're stalking me now, Harrington?" I asked, trying to sound serious. He laughs, then shakes his head. „You're my neighbor, dummy. It was a coincidence that I saw you." he said, and then pulled out a key out of his pocket. „Come on, let's go." he said. I shot him and irritated look. „let's go where?" I asked. „To the Bahamas." he said with an annoyed look on his face. „Im driving you home." he said, and I immediately shook my head. „Yeah, no. That's not happening." he rolled his eyes at me. „You'd rather walk all the way back home? It's raining outside, by the way. So if you don't wanna come home soaked in water, then come with me. I don't bite, you know?" he said as if it was some kind of good joke. I didn't laugh. I just sighed. „Fine. I'll just take off my skates and then we can go."

When we were in the car, I didn't say a word. I was already annoyed enough that I was driving home with him. „So tell me, why would the best figure skater in this town sneak out at night just to practice?" he asked me. I didn't want to answer. „I'm not the best figure skater in town. Ivy is." I said. „Come on. She skates with no passion. You're way better than her." he said. I wanted to smile, but I didn't. „Why are you suddenly so nice?" I asked. „I just feel like it today." he said. I rolled my eyes. „We're here." he said, opening his door. I did the same. As I get out of the car, I quickly tell him thank you for driving me back home and then turn around to leave.