The One

The One (18)

I crashed onto my butt for the billionth time. I knew this would happen. I told Steve I couldn't skate, but he insisted on teaching me. Great. I'll have a sore ass tomorrow. And a couple of other bruises scattered all around my body.

[ 90 minutes ago ]

"Cinderellaaa! Rise and shine!" called Steve as he barged into my room. I looked at my alarm clock. 8.56am. I groaned.

"Steve, do you know how early is it now? You said the date would be at 5pm, right? Don't torture me," I pleaded, covering my face with my pillow.

"Change of plans, we're going now," he answered simply.

I grunted and rolled around in my blanket.

"Jeez, you turned into Sleeping Beauty again? In half an hour's time, I don't care if you're ready or not, I'm dragging you out of this mouse hole. Even if you're still in your pyjamas."

I woke up instantly. Half an hour? Does he think I'm Superwoman? I jumped out of bed and rushed to the toilet. I showered and got dressed in record time.

It was the day for the date and Steve was really high about it today.

Ice rink... ice rink. I sighed. Eventually I chose a collared tee. I grabbed a pair of jeans and a V-necked jumper to keep me warm at the rink. I put on a necklace with a star pendant and got out my Converse. I plaited my hair and quickly got some lip balm on. I rushed out of my room to meet Steve, panting. 9.13am. Wow. I didn't even take half an hour.

Steve grinned at me. He took my hand and said, "Let's go get some breakfast first." I nodded my head vigorously. I loved the weekend breakfasts.

We entered the cafeteria with our hands still together. At the corner of my eye I could see Damien sitting at one corner with Andrea. I rolled my eyes and ignored them. I could see Damien gaping at our entwined hands and that made me smirk in satisfaction.

We queued up and Steve smiled smugly at me. "Just look at Damien, he looks like a squashed up tomato," Steve grinned.

I glanced at Damien out of the corner of my eye, cause it's not cool to stare. His face was red and he looked shocked and furious at the same time. I laughed silently to myself, enjoying his reaction.

Then it was our turn to order. I took waffles with hot chocolate while Steve picked sausages and mash with a milkshake. While we were waiting for our orders to arrive, I asked Steve, "Where will we be ice skating today?"

He shrugged. "I know an ice rink just about 10 minutes drive from here. It's pretty cool. It's owned by a friend."

"In case you forgotten, I can't skate." I reminded him.

"Well, I'll have you skating like a pro by the end of today."

That's what he said.

Our orders arrived and we carried them carefully to a table. "Be careful of that chocolate, it's hot," warned Steve.

"That's why it's called hot chocolate," I rolled my eyes.

Steve rolled his eyes back. "So much for being kind," he muttered.

I ignored him and looked at my steaming plate of waffles, covered in vanilla and butter. I cut off a piece and dipped it in syrup before putting it in my mouth.

Oh my goodness, the taste was heavenly. I was polishing off my first waffle when Steve whispered to me, "You know, I don't mind if you eat like that, but please be aware that Damien is watching us too."

Oops. Was I really eating that messily? I caught a glimpse of Damien again. He seemed positively livid. I smirked. I cut off a piece of my waffle and told Steve, "Say aaahhh..."