Off the ice

Chapter 2

Victoria

"...Alyssa and Kristopher, Sienna and Nelson, Sophia and Tristan," Sophia made a disgusted face and got up, walking towards him. He tried to give her a first bump, but she just walked right past him. Oof.

"Olivia and Taylor, Brooke and Anthony." They all got up, not looking happy at all it's their partners. Almost nobody was. We were basically being paired with the only other person that has mastered the thing you suck at. It's like a big punch to the gut.

I was very, very disappointed that I wasn't going to be with Kris, and I'm pretty sure he felt the same, judging by the look on his face.

"Victoria and Zachary, Liam and Jenny.." Oh fuck. I just had to get the fastest and strongest of all of them.

All the girls started groaning, and I heard one of them whisper "why does she get him? He's so hot, it should've been me." Urg, girls.

He was your typical playboy, who 'doesn't do girlfriends' he had this whole tough guy mask, but I've known him since I was six. It's an act, I can assure you.

He smirked at me, and said, "what can you teach me? Im already perfect." This was going to be a long semester. I saw Kris talking to coach Owens, and I heard him ask if he and Zach could exchange partners. Of course he would try to pull something like this.

Kris made it clear to me, and all his friends that I'm totally off limits. He literally went and told all the guys that liked me that I wasn't interested because I didn't want them to break my heart. Of course no one believed him, because that's not something I would ever say.

I'm not going to throw the 'I don't do feelings' thing, but I really can separate fucking and loving. I can, and Kris just can't seem to understand that.

Zach's walked towards him, and I was sure he was going to assist him in exchanging, but he said, "nah, I'm pretty sure that they put us like this for a reason. So we can learn something. I'm not sure what I'll learn from Olivia."

How dare he just insult my friend like that?

"Um, hey. Assholes." I waved at the, "one, Kris, butt out. Two, Zach, don't insult my friends, or we'll have a problem." I was okay with him making fun of me, and insulting me, but I drew the line at my friends.

He just smirked at me, walked towards me. So close so that our noses were inches apart, and said "and what would you do to me?". That fucking asshole.

"You don't want to know." I looked him up and down "sale conard" I spat. A nice insult he wouldn't understand.

"It's hot when you speak French, even if I don't know what you're saying. I'm gonna guess something along the lines of" he paused "asshole. Was I right?"

I placed my hands on his chest and pushed him away, which was actually much harder than it should have been.

He looked surprised, and then whipped his shoulder as if it was dirty. Fuck him.

"Let's go." I ordered, and walked onto the ice. I started skating towards the corner that I usually practice in, and suddenly, I saw Zach rushing past me. What the—

He stopped right in front of me, and I was barely able to stop.

"What the fuck?"

"You're going the wrong way. We're not practicing here. The AC machine is right on top of us. We'll get too cold, and we'll be super sore tomorrow."

"We're going over there," he grabbed my wrist, "come." 

I snatched my wrist back, only to run into his back. When was he going to get out of my way.