R5 Imagines

Rocky + Kortney: Part Two

Body Moves // DNCE

Beat Of My Drum // POWERS

Cool ft. Roy English // Alesso

Kortney's POV

I was coasting down the hill, letting the wind hit my face in the most delightful way. Kelsey, Ruthie, Britta, Eva, and I were spending our weekend the best way we knew how. At this very second, I had never felt so free. As well as a killer workout, snowboarding was quite pleasant.

I was so caught up in the moment that I didn't even notice a guy sitting on the slope. Seriously. Who sits on a snowy hill while people whizz by at high speeds on plastic boards? That's just an accident waiting to happen.

Right as I began to slow down, the kid got up. I guess he had wiped out after a jump or something. I tried to speed past the kid but he swerved into me, knocking me over and sending me into the packed-down snow.

"Oops. My bad." He said, sliding past.

"Sorry!" I exclaimed as I got up but the tall guy had kept boarding and was out of earshot.

Eventually, I passed him and was quite proud of myself. Unfortunately for me (and my pride) not even minutes later, the same guy did a dangerous trick, nearly knocked himself out, and took me down in the process. I rolled out of the way of others and skiing and snowboarding and glared at the guy.

"Hey!" What's your deal?" I asked him in a very annoyed tone.

"I'm okay, thanks for asking." The guy replied sarcastically. "You alright?"

"Am I alright? Am I 'alright'?" My tone grew harsher. "You and your stupid, long limbs nearly took my life. Yeah, of course I'm alright. Never been better."

I rolled my eyes and began brushing myself off, strapping my boots back onto my board. 

"Alright, dude. Chill" He said in a very lax tone.

"Okay firstly, I am not a dude and secondly, you better watch where you're going. You could've seriously hurt me."

"Naw dude. You're just jealous because I got mad board skills and you don't."

At this point, my fists were balled up in my gloves and I was suppressing the urge to wring this guy's neck out and strangle him.

"Eww why would I be jealous of the fact that you're able to nearly murder people while snowboarding and pretending to be cool?" I retorted.

He let out an exasperated sigh. "Okay would you quit bein' so dramatized?"

"'Dramatized'? Really? How stupid can you get?" I rolled my eyes. "The word is 'dramatic' and I'm not being dramatic. You almost killed me."

"Oh right." He replied with so much sarcasm it could have melted all the snow. "Well I apologize for nearly killing you with my 'stupid long limbs'."

"I forgive you but that apology wasn't very sincere so-"  I began but he cut me off with a chuckle.

"You're so cute." He stuck his arm and hand out to help me up. "You're probably just jealous because I have better, longer legs than you. I'm 6'4", ya know."

"I'm not cute." I said through gritted teeth, ignoring his attempt to assist me in getting up. "And why do you keep thinking I'm jealous of you? I'm not. I don't even know you nor have I paid enough attention to you to be envious of you."

"Oh yeah. Well I don't know why you're even on this hill. Ski patrol should've  kept you on the kids' slope since you're clearly a beginner and kinda short."