Carve My Name

Chapter 4

We pulled into the old parking lot and pulled my bag out of the bed of the truck. He pulled my old skates out of the truck and held them up.

"Do you need new ones?" He asked skeptically.

"Nope." I said as I walked off to rush to the ice. My dad followed behind and the cool, icy air flowed around us.

Home sweet home. I thought to myself. I tossed my bag down and laced up my skates. I plugged up my phone and pressed play.

My routine flowed around me and the moves and combos were executed in time.

My dad watched in wonder as I triple spun and flipped as the ending notes floated around me and glided in the straight cuts in the ice. My skates scraped to a stop and I threw my hands in the air with a smile.

Clapping soon filled the rink as my dad cheered and a really cute guy smiled and winked.

"Wanna share the ice for a little while?" His voice was sweet like chocolate and smooth like honey. His eyes sparkled like the ocean that their color represented. His perfect white teeth were revealed when his lips pulled back into a smile.

No way was I telling him no. "Sure. I'm just gonna make up stuff now." My voice cracked at the end and my face flamed.

My dad winked and walked off, probably going to get a snack.

"My name is Jackson." He said as he laced up the shiny black skates that rested on his feet.

He stood up carefully and stepped onto the ice. He glided gracefully to my phone and selected a song.

The first few notes of Focus by Ariana Grande floated through the rink and a smile settled on my face. I spun a couple times and busted out some flips and jumps but stopped when I felt Jackson's bright crystal, ocean blue eyes watching me.

"What? Do I have ice on my butt?" I asked shyly.

"No. You're just amazing." His voice was soft and then a loud yell startled me. I broke my gaze and looked over the the right.

There stood Dylan. Oh no. Not now. Please not now. I skated quickly to my phone to stop the music.

"What do you need Dylan?" I asked with a tight voice.

"Kyra Jane Wilson! What the hell do you think you're doing?" He yelled. I cringed at his cold tone.

"I'm skating. Duh!" I said with a snappy tone. Jackson skated up beside me. "Dylan? This is you're sister?" He asked with a confused look.

Dylan smirked. "Yeah, that's my sister. Why? Do you you like her?"

My eyes widened and my face flushed a deep crimson. Even though I knew Jackson didn't like me, I still hoped that maybe he would later. But that's shot now. Dylan needs to shut his mouth.

I grabbed my phone and sped off to find dad. I couldn't stay here any longer. I got to the stands and pulled off my skates, throwing them in my pink Nike bag. I pulled on my sweatshirt and pulled my hair up.

"Bye Dylan!" I screamed across the rink. He looked up and I shot him and angry, ice cold glare and stormed off.

Kinda short again. But this is where a new character came in and I thought it would be nice to see another side of Kyra.

Stay tuned, more to come.