Teach Me ⚣ Victuri

•Blondie•

Yuri's Point Of View

I was not in the mood today.

Not at all.

All I wanted to do was lay in my cloud-like bed and do absolutely nothing for hours on end.

However, skating did not allow this.

I heard my alarm clock go off with a violent sound, my eyes opening up reluctantly and slowly as I rolled out of bed.

I could hear the city sounds from below my balcony and the murmurs of voices in the hallway as I opened up my closet door.

A closet that was basically filled with just practice clothes that only smelled of sweat, tears, and horrible cologne.

Maybe I would just wear my pajamas?

No, that definitely would not go well.

I took off my pajamas and decided to put on my black fitted tank top and grey sweatpants with my warm up jacket over it.

I was seriously psychotic for wearing a tank top in Russia during the winter, but I was way too exhausted to care about anything at this point.

Eventually, I made it out of the door and lifelessly walked down the stairs that led me to my sad rental car.

I probably looked like I was high or something.

I turned on my phone as I opened the door to my car and saw that the time was only 7:25.

Which meant that I had finally earned 35 minutes of freedom before practice.

And that freedom was gonna be well spent on coffee.

I slipped into my car and pulled out onto the cobblestone streets that were lit up by the soft morning sunlight and made my way to the cafe.

I got to Singers by 7:35 and walked in to be greeted by the fresh smells of peppermint and rich caffeine.

I figured a St. Pete's Latte would not be strong enough for my tired, sore self this early in the morning so I ordered a double shot espresso.

Wait.

Maybe I should order something for Victor?

No, that's too weird.

He'd think I was an obsessive stalker who wanted to be his assistant instead of his student.

But if I was being honest with myself, I didn't want to be either of those things to Victor.

The feeling I got when him and his deep, blue eyes were inches away from mine was proof of that statement.

I figured I was too indecisive and ended up buying the extra coffee anyways

Just in case right?

I walked up to the register and completely spaced out, causing me to completely ignore the barista's question.

"Um, sir."

"Sir, your order."

I eventually got my shit together.

"Oh yeah, sorry. Umm I'll just have two..."

And with that, I left the coffee shop and pulled up to the academy.

On time.

Jesus, finally.

I sighed deeply at the thought of not having to frantically run up the stairs in panic this time.

However, I did think about how anxious I was for today's practice since it wasn't a one on one with Victor.

Ugh.