Moonstruck

Prologue

˗ˏˋ three months ago ˎˊ˗

RIVER

"I'm so fucked."

That's the first thing I say to Sabrina— my long time best friend— when I arrive at the arena. Being on time has never been one of my strengths, but this is a personal record, even for me.

"You still have three minutes, besides my dad is trying to buy you some extra time" she says, reassuringly.

I flash her my best attempt of a thank-you-he's-the-best smile, while we rush inside the building. Luckily my hair's done and I'm already dressed as well so, technically, it could be worse.

Then again it was a really stupid idea to go out the night before a performance. Of course, Sabrina warned me about it but I insisted I'd go anyways. I just needed to be out for a few hours, loosen up my head.

Besides, I've literally came to every single game since the year started, surely missing one won't be the death of me.

My best friend, Theo, is the perfect example of what most of the hockey players around here are like. Approachable, friendly, knows basically everyone, makes the sport his whole personality and loves a good party.

They're all in someway between those standards, some less outgoing than others but not in a bad way. Then, there's Nash Kingston.

To put it lightly, our families are not very found of each other. At all. Apart from being rivals in the professional field, always trying to outdo each other, they can't stand being near one another.

Not only their work ethic but their morals as well clash like two polar opposites. Now, while I'm not one to get myself involved in my family's dramas, yet I couldn't say the same for Mister Casanova.

Adding to it, Nash is one of Sabrina closest friends. They've attended the same school for the past few years and I always told her I didn't want her friendships to be affected because of me.

In fact, I truly have no hold against Kingston, it's him who has a problem with me. Though I wonder if there's more to it, as he takes any chance to show his distaste towards me. Oh to be that obsessed.

Bringing me back to reality, Sabrina nudges my arm as a mimic of a thumbs up, to reassure me I will do great. To the guys, this is their last game and to me it's my last high school performance as a figure skater.

"Wish me luck," I tell my best friend.

"You don't need it," she winks.

I flash her a smirk as we arrive at the arena. The crowd is going wild even at break time and these are only a couple hundreds of people. I can't help but imagine how it must be to perform before thousands.

A deep exhale escapes me as the game commentator announces my entrance, causing the lights to move towards me.

I put a smile on my lips, seeing myself on the one screen we have, and skate towards the center of the ice rink. The ends of my hair brush against the middle of my back, sending goosebumps all over my body.

Getting on my starting position, I wait until my song starts playing on the speakers. 'When We Were Young' by Adele makes the room go silent and initiates my performance.