When in Sochi

Starstruck ♡

It took me about 5 minutes to get it out of my system. I screamed and laughed and hyperventilated in the restroom until an old Russian lady walked in and looked at me all weird.

I took a deep breath- I notice I've been doing that lately- and walked out of the restroom.

There was a guy standing outside the women's restroom.

"Were you screaming?" he asked, worried. "I heard screaming. Are you.... Okay?"

I gasped. It was the guy I ran over earlier!!!!! He had crutches and a tiny cast around his foot.

"Apolo Anton Ohno," he flashed a boisterous and charming smile at me. "Most decorated Winter Olympian."

He shook my hand and my eyes widened in terror. He doesn't recognize me... But I don't wanna have to lie again!!! I feel so evil! Yet again, I DID lie a lot when I was 16. But 26 year old Kira doesn't do that anymore. She is a better person.

" I'm the ugly rat-faced skank that you wished would die in a hole," I said as I shrugged and smiled feebly.

At first, Apolo stared at me, confused. Then when it processed in his brain, his brown eyes grew wide and his mouth curved not a smile as he chuckled to himself.

"Sorry, I didn't mean what I said. You say things you don't mean when you're hurt."

I couldn't believe him.

"You're apologizing to ME? I'm the jerk who ran you over."

Apolo waved the comment away and laughed. "I'm perfectly alright. I survived worse."

"Well it didn't sound that way when you were wincing pathetically in pain like three hours ago."

He laughed and let his hands graze over my arm.

I pretended to ignore it (my 16 year old self would have screamed RAPE! and ran).

I giggled at what teenager Kira would've done but Apolo probably thought I was laughing at him, so he looked at me encouragingly and his hands started to travel down to my wrists.

"Listen, I'm going over to the exclusive judge panel to get a few drinks. Wanna come with?"

"Yeah sure," I answered. "I mean, I don't have anything better to do."

That was supposed to be an insult but he took it as a joke.

"You're funny," he smiled at me. "I like you."

"You don't even know my name," I said, exasperated.

He looked at me inquiringly. Omg his goatee just bugs me. And that mole. <SHIVERS>.

"Oh yeah. What's your name anyway, sorry I forgot to ask."

"Kira Young," I told him.

He smiled and told me that was a beautiful name and continued to walk down to the rink with me. He took me to an exclusive sitting area at the rink, closed off by flexy glass, and beckoned me to sit with him.

A waiter came to us immediately. "What would you like sir?"

"Vodka," Apolo answered the waiter while smiling at me daringly. "Make it sizzle."

"And you, miss?"

I stared at the waiter and Apolo, wide-eyed.

"Uhhh, umm... I don't know... Cherry vanilla coke please?"

Both the waiter and Apolo laughed. "Good one!" They said. "No, seriously, what do you want?"

"A cherry vanilla Coke," I repeated, annoyed. "I... I don't drink.."