Gentry's Chance

Chapter 20. I'm Going To Die

Taytum's POV

"Oh my god, I'm going to die," I mutter. 

"Don't be a baby," Chance teases. 

I'm sitting in a booth with the skates on my feet. I look up at him nervously. He sighs, bending down and grabs my hands. He pulls me to my feet quickly. My chest is now pressed to his, and he smirks. "This is a bad idea," I squeak. My heart is pounding I'm unsure if it's from being so close to him or the adrenaline of what I'm about to do.

He throws his head back and laughs. He unwinds my arms from his neck and pulls me toward the rink. I don't at all trust the wheels below my feet I stumble slightly. Chance's arm grips tightly onto mine to steady me. "You're a dancer. You have to have some kind of balance Tay," He chuckles.

"I do but not on freaking wheels!" I squeal.

"Then I'm never letting you drive my car if that is the case," He chuckles. "Just move your feet side to side. You'll be fine.  Don't lean your feet forward, or you'll slow down and trip."

"I'm going to fall," I gasp as we near the end of the rink.

"I'm a good skater. You're not going to fall," He promises. He turns us around.

"Alright, couples only," The guy through the intercom says. Chance suddenly turns around and is standing in front of me. Everyone begins to clear out of the rink except for several couples. I notice our friends doing the same as we are. Chance brings my arms around his neck and places his on my waist. Chance is skating backward and pulling me forward. 

"We should not be doing this. We're both going to fall," I squeak. 

"Would I let you fall?" He asks. My gaze meets his, and a small smile plays on my lips. "Trust me?" He asks. I nod in response. We start moving a little quicker, moving side to side, slightly. Despacito comes over the speakers, and I giggle. I know the song but don't understand a word of it.

Chance suddenly starts singing it word for word, and I gasp. "You can sing in Spanish?!" I'm now marveling at his voice. He nods in response and continues to sing the song. He grabs my arm and spins me in a circle. I squeal. "No, Chance!" 

He pulls my back to his chest, holding onto my waist with one arm. His other hand is trailing down my arm. He's still singing the song that I can't understand. He brings my arm out and brings it around his neck. We continue to skate backward — loud giggle bursts out of me. Everyone is staring at us in shock. Chance wasn't lying when he said he was a good skater. I do not have to do anything to help. 

I imagine that it is hard as hell to dance on skates, but he makes it seem effortless. He spins me around again and pulls me into him. The song comes to an end, and we start skating normal again. "How do you know Spanish?" I ask curiously. The skating is becoming slightly easier, but I'm still afraid I'll fall if he lets me go.

"Um growing up, my mom taught it to me," He shrugs. "She was Cuban."

"What about your dad?" I ask.

Chance shakes his head and smiles. "He's white."

"Oh," I breathe. "So, what does that song mean?"

He laughs. "Look it up on your phone later."

"What else do I not know about you?" I ask.

He smirks as he pulls me near the arcade. We stop in front of a game. You have to move the claw around to grab something. "What do you want?" He asks.

"Hmm," I hum. "I like that bear." I point at a medium-size bear that is brown and has a heart necklace around it. I like the necklace too.

He puts a dollar into the machine. I clap excitedly when he gets it. He hands it to me and chuckles at my astonishment. "I was told those are impossible to beat."

"Not impossible, just takes practice," He chuckles.

"Thank you," I smile. I wrap an arm around his neck and pull him to me. He presses his lips to mine. 

"Hey! We want pizza!" Chapin yells. We both turn to look and laugh.

"I think they make it here," Jayden argues.

"There pizza here sucks I want Pizza Hut," Chapin pouts.

"We've only been here a half-hour," I mutter. 

"Come on. We'll come back some other time," Chance pulls me toward our friends. We head out to his car it's actually eight o'clock the place was closing soon anyway. "Not half bad, right?" Chance asks as he starts his car.

"It's okay with you. I'm not sure I'd want to do it without you," I chuckle. "I'd probably fall."

"Hmm, I think you were getting pretty good at it."

On the way to Pizza Hut, curiosity gets the best of me, and I look at the English translation of the lyrics to Despacito. "Oh my god," I gasp.

"What?" Chance asks curiously. He looks down at me, having no idea what I'm doing.

"That is... dirty as fuck," I murmur.

"What?" He laughs.

"That song," I giggle.

"Oh, uh yeah, it is," He chuckles.

"I like the song, though," I smile.

"Hmm," He hums. 

Chance plays with his phone for a moment. The song comes through the speaker, and he turns it up really loud. I throw my head back and laugh. He grabs my hand, intertwining our fingers. He plays with my fingers, and I can see him singing along to the song, but the radio is louder than him. 

We manage to get to Pizza hut and find a big area where we can all fit. We all talk amongst ourselves but not about anything particularly important. 

After we're all finished eating we head out of the Pizza Hut back to our vehicles. On the way back to my house we listen to different songs and talk about them. I'm kind of sad that the night has come to an end. I hate saying goodbye to him. He pulls up to my house. 

He takes my hand that is intertwined with his and kisses it softly. I smile slightly trying to hide the fact that I hate the night is over. He leans over resting his hand against my cheek and presses his lips softly to mine. "See ya later," He says softly and leans away.

"See ya," I smile. I get out of the car taking the bear he'd won for me.