"What Are You Waiting For?" || ORIGINAL STORY.

Chapter Seventy-Eight.

Darren's POV.

As we continued skating, Tanya suddenly had an idea.

"Hey, how about we make this more interesting?" She suggested, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

"What do you have in mind?" I asked, curious to hear her idea.

"You two have a little race," She said, a determined look on her face. 

"You and Isaac circle the rink three times, and whoever gets there first gets to make requests from.. whoever they want."

Isaac's competitive side immediately flared up at the sound of the challenge.

"You're on," He said, a grin forming on his face.

I chuckled, the idea sounding entertaining. 

"Alright, let's do it."

Tanya clapped her hands excitedly. 

"Great! Okay, on your marks, get set, GO!"

And with that, Isaac and I took off in opposite directions, racing each other around the rink.

We both picked up speed, pushing ourselves to go as fast as possible without tripping over our own feet.

I caught a glimpse of Isaac ahead of me, his determination clear on his face.

I gritted my teeth and focused on closing the gap between us, propelling myself forward with each push.

The rink was packed with people, so we had to weave in and out, trying not to collide with anyone.

Isaac and I neck-and-neck as the first lap came to an end. 

There wasn't any room for mistakes; every second counted.

Going into the second lap, I felt a surge of adrenaline. 

I pushed myself even harder, my legs burning slightly from the exertion.

Isaac was a few metres ahead, but I refused to let him win so easily. 

I forced myself to move faster.

Isaac glanced back, realising I was gaining on him. 

His expression shifted from confidence to slight fear, and he increased his own pace.

The second lap neared completion, and I was gaining ground, the finish line drawing closer with each passing moment.

In the final stretch, I put everything I had into one final burst of speed.

Isaac sensed my determination and redoubled his efforts, both of us pushing our limits.

As we approached the finish line, it was a close call. I stretched out my arm, determined to cross the line first.

But Isaac, being a professional ice skater, won by two seconds.

I slowed down to a stop, slightly disappointed but also impressed by his skill.

Isaac was panting, trying to catch his breath.

"Ha..ha..looks like I win," He said between breaths, his victorious smile cocky.

I chuckled, slightly winded but in good spirits.

"Yeah, you got me this time," I admitted, not wanting to sulk. "What's your request, oh Great One?"

Isaac took a moment to catch his breath before speaking.

"Hmm..." He said, contemplating his request.