Songs For Us [English Version]

Six. A Thousand laps til next season.

 4.30. April. Madrid, Spain.

A girl dressed in black ran up the hill, jaw clenched and loud music, the only thing in her mind was the next step. She liked that feeling, because when she was training her head was too busy to waste time in anything else. No anxious thoughts, no nerves, no fear. Just her and the very next move.

But, the alarm rang and she was reminded she couldn't escape the world forever. Getting ready for something like school seemed like a giant waste of time for her -time she could use enhancing her Flip or another million things of her skating.

Bored at the back of the classroom, she rested her head on the table instead of taking notes she definetely needed since Finals were just around the corner.

"Hey!" she heard a whisper. "Yo!" A pencil pinched her back. Annoyed, she straightened up. "You're welcome" the female seating behind her hummed. It was January Fonseca, one of few people she actually liked in that school.

"So... how was it?" The brown eyes of the girl seating in front of her in the Cafeteria, were bright. "Did you meet that boy you're always talking about?"

"I don't talk about anyone" Dalia retorted. January raised her eyebrows silently giving her a sarcastic 'whatever you say'. "Fine. Yes, I met him"

She let out an excited yell.

"And...?"

Unlike Dalia, January was quite extroverted and chatty -and loved gossiping way too much. But her fingers made dreams come to life, her head imagined things that could only exist inside Dalia's wildest dreams. If only that included just her exceptional fashion sense...

"Is he the most perfect prince you've ever seen? Are you two already in love?"

But no, her head was a whole different universe.

"Jan-"

"How did he react to the magnificent princess wearing the best dress ever created? I bet he was speechless. And that white dress we found last minute! Ah, he definitely must've stared the whole night. "

"Your dress was indeed very admired, Jan" Even though not from the person she was refferring to. "I still can't believe you did it for me."

"Aw, Leah. You know it's my pleasure, and mom was really happy with the idea. " Her mother owned a fashion design label in Spain that kind-of-sponsored Dalia, but they were new to the figure skating industry. "Plus, it's good for my CV to have world's tenth best skater wearing my creations. "

It was weird when someone from her country saw her skating. It was not a secret, but people usually didn't care. So when she was complimented by her professors or classmates, the weirdest sensation invaded her. 'The weirdo who practices that sport no one's ever heard of' was usually what she heard (and some other insults she preferred to forget).

Gilian Zhdanov dropped himself in the seat next to Dalia, followed by Mariluna Cervantes -his classmate.

"Hello, hello" The cheerful brunette said. "Have you seen this boy? He got 10 in math! What kind of monster is he?"

"Malu" The male hissed. "Shut up."

Mariluna smiled cheekily, a dimple appearing in her cheek.

"You should see his History test" Dalia joked. Gilian hated History.

The russian growled, annoyed.

"Leave me alone." he complained, still laying his head on the table.

"Hey, Leah. How's the hottest man in the figure skating world?"

Dalia blinked, looking at Malu.