Your pov
You had practically ran to the ice rink. You rushed in, your heart racing. Victor. The promise. Your chance to live how to skate, all in the hands of victor nikiforov. You saw victor and Yuri, and a about 15 year old male staring down at his phone. You ran up to victor, putting a cold hand on his neck. " victorrrr~ " you said, a stalker- type tone in your voice. Yuri seemed to be weirded out and victor looked at you. You chuckled. " the promise. You promised to teach me to skate. " you said, this time sounding like a normal girl. " I'm Y/N L/N. " you said as he seemed to think for a moment. He smiled " ah, well I'm Yuri's coach right now so.. " he said, thinking for a short while before speaking again. " I know someone that I'd think you'd be taught well by and get along with. " he said, still smiling as he starting walking. You glanced at Yuri and he gave you a death glare. Fuck you too.. you walked behind victor and you approached a 15 year old, blonde hair and green eyes. The same one you saw earlier. You sighed, starting to zone out as victor explained to the short male. " what?! " the blonde haired male practically yelled. Victor smirked before walking off, leaving it up to you guys to sort this madness out.
A/N: sorry for the short chapter, but it seemed like a good place to stop. The chapters are going to get longer, but either way..
stay healthy reader-chans! ~ unknown
