English Accent (The Accents #1)

Shot in the back

Skates were the work of Satan and whoever invented them should burn in hell.

But, surprisingly, they could also be fun.

During the long, long hour during which Dominic was trying to teach me how to skate, I experienced a gazillion falls on my butt, my knees, my arm, my back and once I even managed to hit the ice with my head. The fact itself didn't bother me so much - What I couldn't bear was the smug look Dominic sent my way.

It reminded me that he was right and wearing that stupid helmet was a good idea, after all.

Not that he was ever going to hear me admit it out loud.

But despite my countless falls, I didn't hate skating completely. Mostly, yes. But not entirely.

Besides, Dominic kept his part of the deal and when the hour passed, he helped me take off my skates (which hurt like a bitch, considering how twisted my feet were after this little circus) and took me to Sharon's for hot chocolate. Then - just like he promised, - he bought be a huge mug of the liquid goodness with whipped cream and those little marshmallows on top and a piece of chocolate cake. I had to share it with him, though. Apparently, consuming this much sugar at once went way beyond my limits.

I bet he had predicted this and made the deal just because he knew he was going to get to eat it. Smartass.

Right now, he had to practically roll me out of the cafe, since I could barely move after consuming this amount of sugar and calories.

But when we stepped outside, I immediately forgot about the fifty pounds I'd gained. Letting out a little yelp, I sprung forward and did a happy dance.

It was snowing.

Letting my head fall back, I let out a laugh. I then spread my arms at my sides and swirled around. Closing my eyes, I stuck out my tongue and let the tiny snowflakes melt on its tip. I've been waiting for this moment since the last year's snow had melted. I always reacted this way on the first day it fell.

"Didn't you have enough?" Dominic's voice brought me back to presence.

I opened my eyes and turned my head to look at him.

"First, you couldn't find it in you to finish the cake and now you're eating the snow." He explained, seeing my confusion. "I'm beginning to worry I've eaten your portion by force."

I laughed.

"I just love snow." I shrugged. "Even though it tastes like shit."

He approached me, arching a brow.

"Is there any superpower ridden by snow hidden inside you that I don't know about? " He asked.

I grinned.

"I like to think so."

Tipping my head back, I opened my mouth again. The moment the cold goodness touched my tongue, I felt the sudden urge to weep.

Ah, the little things in life.

"You seem extremely fond of something that apparently tastes like shit."

I closed my mouth, rolling my eyes. He had the power to ruin dreams.

"That's because I had to suffer through Sierra's cooking and pretend to tolerate it for half of my life." I explained, turning to him. "I've had time to master the art of pretending."

"Ah, and here I was, wondering about the source of the change of your entire attitude."

I couldn't help it. I laughed.