Our Little Bonding Camp

Chapter 2

"Oh, Pig, I see you got fatter than usual." I turned around to look at Yurio who was skating over from the middle of the rink. I just got back to the rink (without Viktor. He was still in bed), and this was my welcome? Who was I kidding? Well, I mean he does hate me.

"H-Hi Yurio."

"Where's the old man, Pig?" He taunted. He skated away before I could answer, and I sighed, lacing up my skates. I stepped on to the rink, relief filling me. It felt so good to finally be here again. I did a couple of laps before moving towards the middle. I had a lot of pent up emotion that I needed to let loose. So I did.

I skated, not conscious of the step sequence if there even was one. I was unaware of the jumps I did and how neat they were. But that didn't matter. All that mattered was what I was feeling, and my desire to skate. The time that passed wouldn't have been that long, maybe an hour or so, before someone screamed from the rink's sideline. 

I stopped and turned to look in the direction of the masculine voice. My eyes met a teenage boy with Dirty blonde hair, spiked up in every direction. A scowl made its way onto my face. His hazel eyes showed as much hate for me, as I felt toward him. 

Yurio however, looked absolutely delighted, as he raced to his boyfriend. When Yurio reached him, I looked away. I didn't want to see them do lovey-dovey stuff. And I knew that it sounded hypocritical when I said it in my head, but that guy wasn't to be trusted. I could only edge away from them, disgust bubbling up inside of me as they chatted light-heartedly, giggling every two goddamn seconds. 

I guess I now understood how Yurio felt around Viktor and I. Difference was, we weren't complete and utter pricks.

"Hey, don't do that. You know I don't like that babe."

I turned around to see Yurio swatting that prick's hands away from his arse. I looked away seething. I just wanted to punch that kid in the dick. I noticed Mila wearing a matching face. It seems I wasn't the only one not liking the situation. A low growl emitted from Kirill as he tried closing the distance between the two.

"I'll do what I want, you piece of shit." 

Oh hell no. I whipped my head around to see that goddamn punk grab Yurio by the wrist, roughly pulling him closer toward him, whispering something in his ear whilst Yurio privately struggled to get out of his grip. 

Any common sense I had, flew out the window. I speedily skated over and approached them, and punched the kid in the face. He staggered and looked at me, pure and utter shock written all over his face.

"How about you back the fuck up and listen to Yuri when he says no. If I see you touch my son like that again I swear to god that you'll wish you'd never been born." I skated off before either of them could reply. 

God that felt good.

Mila skated up to me, trying to suppress something. When she reached me, she put her hand on my shoulder and burst out laughing. Okay? That wasn't exactly what I was expecting as a reaction, more along the lines of a disapproving look, but the laughing seemed to be... contagious. 

Somehow, we both ended up lying on the ice in hysterics. I could feel peoples' eyes on us, and it made me self-conscious, and I knew that they probably were thinking about how pathetic I must have looked lying on the ground of an ice skating rink, laughing my arse off, but I had learned to brush it off... sort of. It was called 'highly functioning anxiety', and I was a pro at it. My laughter started to fade when I heard people start to whisper.

Our laughing died down completely when Yurio approached. Well, Mila was still snickering as we quickly stood up and brushed ourselves off. I guess she didn't have to worry about consequences as much, considering how strong she was. Me on the other hand...