Cold As Ice

Chapter three

Here is chapter 3. Please vote and comment. Enjoy :)

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"Good job boys." dad said when we got in the car.

''Thank you very much.'' I said, sliding on the seat. Penelope sat in the middle and Thomas sat on her left.

''Will you guys come to my ringette training?'' my little sister asked, looking up at me.

''Yes, of course pumpkin. Anyway, we already have to go to the arena because of Cherie.''

''Is her training at the same time as mine?'' she asked.

''No, your's at 1pm. Cherie's training's later.'' mom said.

''4pm to 6pm. They officially start at 4:10 though. That's only on Saturday.'' Thomas said.

''Should I bother asking why you know the schedule so well?'' mom asked.

''Because he definitely has a crush on Cherie, duh.'' I said, crossing my arms and rolling my eyes.

Thomas stuck his tongue at me. ''Do you want to bite it?'' I asked, raising an eyebrow. My best friend winced and looked away. I knew he wouldn't mind. He wouldn't mind if I bit his tongue. We already kissed. Are you surprised? Well TA DAM! We did kiss once. It was an accident though... aw, did I just ruined the magic?

*Flashback music*

We were wrestling on the floor because of a stupid video game. He was on top of me, his hands on the floor, right next to my head and our face pretty close. While we were laughing and arguing, my little sister, who was 8 at the time, jumped on us while screaming ''Free hug!''. She jumped on Thomas's back and our lips collided. I kept his lips on mine, just to enjoy the moment. I mean, free kiss! Heck yeah. We stayed there for a couple of seconds until I pulled away, looking at me, his faced flushed red. ''Oh, Thomas-dear, I didn't know you felt that way toward me.'' I said in a filthy tone. Which he replied 'shut up' and chuckled. Penelope, who saw us kissing, jumped on her feet and pointed at us. "You kissed!" she screamed. "Because you jumped on me." Thomas replied. "I'm gonna go tell mom and dad!" she shouted as she ran out of my bedroom. "Penelope!" my blushing best friend cried. "Can I kill your little sister?" he asked. "No, Thomas-dear. She's just a kid. Let's go explain to my parents what happened." I said, placing a small kiss on his forehead.

*Fading flashback music*

Did he enjoyed the kiss? I don't know. Did I enjoyed it? I thought it was cute.

We arrived home and rushed in the kitchen to eat. It was 12:10. Thomas and I went in my room right after we finished eating our plate of pasta. He sat on my bed and I laid my head on his laps. I looked up and him. ''So, can we stay for Cherie's practice?'' he asked.

''Well yeah. Anything to make you happy, Thomas-dear.''

''Thanks, man.''

''Anytime.'' I said with a smile. Awwwww, aren't I the best best friend in the world?

At 12:30 we all got in the car to go at Penelope's ringette practice. We waited a couple of minutes until my little sister and her team mates got on the ice. Penelope was actually pretty good. 

About an hour later, someone wrapped his arms around my shoulder. I jumped and then realized it was Cherie. She grinned and looked at Thomas. ''Hi guys.'' she said.

''Hey Cherie.'' I said.

''Dpt...hi.'' Thomas articulated.

''So you guys are staying for my training?'' she asked.

''Of course.'' I said.

''Alright!'' she said, jumping over the bench to sit next to Thomas. Her blond hair with blue dyed tips was tied in a ponytail. She was wearing the official arena's t-shirt and jeans. Cherie wasn't really a girly-girl, which was something that Thomas loved about her. She wouldn't mind playing video games with us or play hockey/ringette. 

The day went by. Nothing much happened until dinner, when I got a phone call from the youth and cultural center. They called, saying that someone wanted me as their tutor in French. 

Basically, some months ago, I gave my name to the youth and cultural center (which I call the YCC or the UTC. Unsocial Teen Center) to tutor people in French. How do I know French? My mom's French Canadian.  So, yeah. I got a call saying that someone was interested in my service. I called the number the UTC gave me. It was a woman with a weird accent. Mrs Eichelbereger. I chuckled. Was I seriously going to tutor the rich-as-fuck-maybe-ginger-with-a-weird-surname-that-rhymes-with-burger-king ? Amazing! Yes, I'm happy to help an homophobic. I'm strange aren't I? No. I just have faith in humanity. I was meeting with Jeremy (the rich-as-fuck kid) tomorrow at his house.

After dinner, I went in my bedroom with Thomas. We sat on my bed and played some video games. ''You're seeing him tomorrow?'' Thomas asked.

''Um, yeah.'' I said, not looking away from the screen.

''You're sure it's a good idea?'' he asked. There goes my overprotective best friend again. I paused the game.

''Thommy, he's just a worthless homophobic.'' I replied.

''I don't want him to hurt you.'' he said.

''Aw, you're sweet. But, I can defend myself.''

He sighted. ''You know how much I care about you, right?'' 

''Yes, momma, I know.'' 

''Quit calling me like that.'' he chuckled.

''How should I call you, then? Babe? Baby? Honey?''

''Stick with the Thomas-dear.''

''Ah! I knew you liked that nickname.'' 

''Of course I do.'' he laid on his back. ''I'm sleepy.'' he said, closing his eyes.

''Ok, then.'' I closed the lights, got back in my bad and kissed my friend's cheek. ''Good night, Thomas-dear.''

''Good night, Deky.''

Deky. He only calls me like that when he's bothered or concerned about me. I smiled and held him closer. My head on his shoulder and my arms around him. ''Don't worry about me, I'll be fine.'' I said. 

''I'm sleeping, Deky, shut up.'' he said.

''Love you too, Thomas-dear.''