Silver or Gold ( A Victurri Novel )

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Okay, Yuri.

The door is just a few feet away... problem is, Victor is between you and the door. 

Crap.

How can I get out of here?! He keeps getting closer and I don't know what to do!

"Yuri."

Victor's tone is cold and harsh, his arms trapping me against the wall, eyes staring so deep into mine that I can't look away.

"I- I um-" I stutter, cheeks flushing red. 

I never thought my hero would push me against a wall like a hot guy in an anime!

KYAAAAAA!!!!

"You saw me in my underwear and- and-" My mind is swirling. What am I supposed to tell him?! He's seen me NAKED before. Why should I care if he sees me in my underwear?! 

"And?" He raises and eyebrow, tipping his head forward, eyes darkening. 

Uh oh! He can tell I'm lying!

"And- well um... I saw you looking at- yeah and I was worried you saw- uh..." I stammer, my eyes drifting to the door behind him.

He stands up and stares at me, his arms falling to his sides. 

This is my chance!!!

I bolt past him, the door almost in my reach! 

My fingers brush the door handle when a hand grasps my waistband and pulls me backwards. I stumble and fall into Victor, who looks less than impressed. 

"Yuri, are you seriously telling me you've been wasting my time as your coach because I saw your poodle print underwear?!" His face flushes red. "I am so angry with you I could scream!" He says, beginning to pace.

"I have wasted nearly two weeks thinking you couldn't skate! Do you know how much we could have accomplished in that time?! I didn't fly all of the way here to watch you do sit-ups!!!" He yells, fists tightening.

"V- Victor-" I try to apologize, but he puts a hand up to silence me.

"I'm glad you're more than ready to skate again... but SERIOUSLY, Yuri?! Don't ever waste my time again. If you do, I will leave and go back to Russia."

He pauses, composing himself.

"I took a break from being the five-time world champion to coach you. Don't ever forget it." 

He reaches into his pocket and pulls skating gloves on, then checks the time.

"Victor, I'm so sorry... I was just-"

"Listen. It's nearly ten o'clock." He adjusts his hair. "I'm sure you're tired, right?"

"Yes." I say, grateful that he recognizes the work I've put in.

"Great! You're tired, not exhausted. Get your skates on. We are staying here until the sun comes up. Understand, little pig?" He smirks, a devious glint in his eyes.

NO.

PLEASE NO. 

I CAN'T SKATE! MY MUSCLES WILL DIE!!!

"Uh... okay." I mutter, my voice weak and submissive.

I guess I don't get to sleep tonight.