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You skated onto the ice and held your position before the music began flowing out of the speakers. This was the program that would hopefully get you the gold at Worlds. And so you skated your heart out in this final practice at home, nailing every jump and spin and hitting all the beats in the step sequence. Then as the music slowed, you went into your last spin, a sit spin pulled up into a I-spin, your leg up beside your head. However, just as you came to rest in your last position as the music stopped, there was the loud slam of the rink door.
"(y/n), can we talk?" Jack skated over to you.
"I'm kind of busy," you skated to the barrier to grab your jumper.
"You can't keep avoiding me," he followed you. You ignored him, shrugging your jumper on and then skating slow, lazy circles as you cooled down after your routine. "You can't keep pretending it didn't happen, cause guess what? It did!"
"And it was a mistake," you said harshly, turning to face him. You had known Jack since you were thirteen years old and had always liked him but anything between the two of you just wouldn't work.
"Well it didn't feel that way to me and I know you felt the same things as I did when we kissed."
"What I know is that you had just won a big game and I had just come back from Europeans with a silver. Whatever you think we felt, it was just the high of our successes, nothing else," you countered.
"Then kiss me again," Jack murmured. "Prove me wrong."
"Fine," you muttered, trying to ignore the burst of happiness you felt, and skated towards him before stopping to wrap your arms around his neck while he placed his hands on your waist.
"Fine," Jack copied you and leaned down impossibly slowly and then captured your lips in a kiss. And as cheesy as it sounded, you felt fireworks. Then as you slid a hand into his hair, Jack pulled you flush against him, deepening the kiss. When you finally drew away, your lips were tingling and you breathed heavily.
"Am I wrong?" Jack asked quietly.
"No," you looked up at him, "you're not wrong."
"Then please let me take you out on a date."
"I would like to but we have to be realistic. This would never work between us. I mean you're getting drafted soon and I'm on track for the Olympics. We would never see each other," you rested your head on his shoulder.
"That's why we would work. We both understand each other's careers and know that they will take us away from each other at times. Just give me a chance," he pleaded. "And we could see each other more if you moved," he added boldly.
"You want me to move?"
"Come on I know enough about figure skating to know that you really just need a rink. And I know enough about you to know that there's a long list of coaches that want you if your coach doesn't want to move."
"How about we give this a try up until the draft and then see what happens, okay?" you compromised and Jack smiled widely.
"Thank you," he whispered. "Also I really want to kiss you again."
"Nope, not happening. You've already used up way too much of my training time. Go and sit on the side," you ordered him and he laughed before skating to the bench, peeking through his hands each time you were about to jump.
"Be careful!" Jack shouted at you.
"Stop distracting me!"
