Loves Perfect Score - The love between a Figure skater and a Hockey player.

Three

Christopher

"Are you still going to prom with us?" Simonne asks, clearly attempting to put on unneeded small talk while I put on the new ice skates I bought.. I give her a glance before returning to my new skates. Simmone wasn't stupid, sometimes her smarts were actually something that pissed me off. And simmone, having known me for about three years now, could clearly tell when I got pissed off. Like now.

"Prom is in May, It's december. Why are you talking about this?" I give her an eye roll as she repositions her scarf around her neck. Usually, she could be quite dramatic about the cold and overlayer even though she signed up to be one of the hockey team managers in the first place.
"I mean, It's prom. It's an important time in our lives and it's one of our last moments in highschool. You aren't going?" She gave me a 'concerned mother' look and grabbed my chin so I would look at her and not avoid eye contact. She had the eyes of a lost puppy and I refused to sit there and be convinced to go to prom by more than one person. I was already being nagged by Cassandra to go to prom daily. I don't want to go to an overhyped party, I go to them all the time without the overuse of the attire. I also didn't fuck with a girl long enough to ask them to prom. Why would I want to look back on someone I didn't even know that well and our 'romantic' prom photos? Then in every photo, memory, or video of that night I would have to remember that shit.

"I don't know." I give a short, dry response in a hope to seize the conversation. She clearly didn't take the hint but then again, when does she ever?"I thought you and Shaniya were going to go together. What happened to her?"

"Nothing, we haven't been talking long enough for me to consider her a date." I said, uninterested. Shaniya was beautiful. She always had a red bob that had some type of unhealthy pull with my heart and she was tall. Not as tall as me but tall enough so I don't look weird standing side by side with her. She also wasn't as annoying as the girls I usually dated. She still didn't click enough with me though. My sister would argue that she was my best option out of all the girls that I've talked too or messed with. And, she probably would be the best one to date.
Shaniya had a nice family, she was in the art program and an Honors student. She was nice, I guess, and some of the conversations we had weren't all that bad.

However, like I said, we haven't talked enough for me to know almost anything about this girl. We did talk daily but It was more her talking at me and myself taking the liberty to respond. It's also not like I listened to what was being said, that wasn't my job. I wasn't her boyfriend, and I definitely wasn't planning to be her boyfriend.

"Or are you scared to be in a relationship?" She teased, leaning on me. I could easily support her weight but the older brother inside of me was telling me to move so she would fall, I resisted from those urges.

"What are you talking about?" I question, a hint of exhaustion in my voice. Simmone just laughed and shrugged her shoulders as if the conversation never happened. Before I could complain or at least cuss her out for trying to imply that I was scared of something so little, the ear cracking whistle from my coach alerted me to come closer to him. I walked away from her, not before pinching her neck as hard as I could. It was only until I heard her 'ouch' was I satisfied.

"Alright team, Gather round." Coach Myers yelled, his southern accent deep and thick. All of the team started gathering around him, slowly noticing the people coming behind him. "Since George and Emmanuel decided to get themselves hurt. " A few groans rise from the crowd likely from george and Emanuel who were both sporting a broken limb. "I know it's not ideal for them to be out but I may have found our solution. This here is Martinez and this is Johnson. They're from the lacrosse team."

My eyebrow raised as the boys piqued my interest. What exactly could be the solution to two members down for the count? "They don't have to play but until further notice, they're on the team. And maybe, Hanson..." Everyone's eyes went on Stephen who had suddenly became the center of attention much to his dismay. "You could learn something from old CJ here on being a better goddamn Goalie."

The team breaks out in a fit of laughter leaving CJ and Stephen blending in with their matching tomato themed skintones.

"They could probably teach you something! Divide half of the court and Lead warm ups for everyone, ChiChi. Get our new skaters aquainted. " I nodded and took over when he was done speaking. I hated that stupid nickname that everyone had ever so rudely given me on this team.
I walk up to the newbies as the team goes to put their skates ready and get ready for warm ups. The one coach had said something about; Cj, Looked pretty promising. He was tall and from the compression shirt he had on I could tell he was strong. My main worry was whether or not he could block correctly, However.
The other one, while he had close to the same build as CJ, I knew almost nothing about him or his talents.

"I'm Christopher;The captain." My hand flung out to shake both of theirs. "We start with group warm ups and then a minute to do your own thing before running drills and actually playing. You boys have skates, right?" They nod.
I wanted a more verbal response but, whatever. "Well then. Get ready to skate." I tried to sound as optimistic as possible, I did. However, I seemed to be my own enemy as my voice came off as monotoned as usual. I shot a look towards simmone as she shamelessly flirted with one of the many boys on the team before making my way to the ice.

The team took to the entirely of the court allowing space in the front for the newbies to fall in.  The school seemed to get bigger by the day. I felt as if I have never seen these people before, because I haven't.
I don't think it would be my job to notice to many guys in the school anyways. I'd rather not.
As we near the end of the warm up turned stretch session, I hear a yelp and feel a pair of legs hit mine very gently. My eyes follow the noise down in between my legs to the mop of curly brown hair and a body that supported the same compression shirt from earlier.
Martinez.

The boy with the mop of really messy, curly hair frantically rushes to his feet after falling dramatically on his ass. His attempt to get up failed yet again considering he fell at my feet instead of standing. "Sorry, I didn't mean to fall on you?" He apologizes which ends up coming off as more of a question than it probably should with his unsure tone.

"Have you ever skated before?" I ask, my eyebrow raised and my tone as exasperated as I could be. There's no time for bullshit like that on the ice. I couldn't do this bullshit right now.

"I am! I do skate really well- I usually do at least, I slipped. Sorry." He said, panic in his voice. The way he sounded so scared made me actually feel bad for the boy.

"It's fine- just get up. " I reached my gloved hand to him, it was a little awkward to talk to someone at my feet like this. The boy looks for a second, surprised by my hand. He acted as if nobody had ever helped him up before taking my hand and using me to pull him to his skates. His hand lingered on mine for only a second before hastily pulling away.

"Thank you- I'm so sorry again, christopher." He apologizes for yet another dreadful time. As I got ready to speak and tell him that it was good, that he didn't need to apologize; he spoke first. "I'm really sorry again."
The flailing of his arms as he spoke was really a sight, a sad sight. It looked like he had no idea on what to do with any body part and allowed them to move freely on their own. From the first meeting I could already tell that he was the embodiment of anxiety and unease and seemed to bring it to every conversation he could get himself in. Even at first glance.

"Stop apologizing just keep it together. If you're all over the ice like that you could get hurt and then we'll have more people out." I said, face was hard as I attempted not to laugh. People falling on their ass would never not be hilarious to me.
Cj didn't know how to respond. Or atleast, I assume he didn't because he stood and stared at me as if I wasn't there. He was looking more into me then at me.
That awkwardness lasted for a few more seconds before I slowly turned around and called out to my team to do their own thing before the weirdness lasted.