KISS: Casablanca High School

Ch 102: Ice Skating? More Like Ice Dating (Peter)

"So I heard there was gonna be a party tomorrow, you wanna go?" Ace asked, pulling me onto his lap. I grinned, kissing him lightly on the cheek. "Well actually...I was wondering if you wanted to go on a date today instead! We haven't had a real date in forever and the Valentine's one was uh...better if we don't talk about that one. Plus I'm technically not supposed to be getting high on the weekends anymore, my grandparents don't like that."

Ace's face grew pink and he slipped his arms around my waist, giving me a squeeze. "Ooh! Aw cutie that's a great idea, it really has been ages!" he cried. I smiled, kissing him a little longer this time. "Of course, my darling! What do we want to do though?"

"Hm..." He frowned, running a hand through my hair. "I dunno, you pick!" The bell rang before I had a chance to answer, and I leapt to my feet, grabbing his hand and giving it a kiss. "I'll figure it out and let you know in gov! Bye dearest!" He waved, smiling, and headed off to class. I reached into my pocket, putting just a bit of cocaine on my finger and inhaling it. Ooooh mama that hits the spot.

Gene fell into step beside me, Bruce still shuffling numbly to class like always, a few steps behind us. "What time does your practice end?" Gene murmured. "Like 6. Why?" He sighed, looking over his shoulder at Bruce. "I'm gonna tell him that his parents grabbed his car and that I'm taking him to his house then I'm just driving him to the hospital to see Eric. This is getting serious, man, like I'm getting really worried. He's losing it, he's not eating, he's not sleeping, it's bad."

I nodded, looking at Bruce who really did look dead on his feet. "Yeah. Yeah, good idea. I feel really bad for both of them. Eric's been texting me every day asking how Bruce is doing and if he's said anything about him at all and it's just...I mean what am I supposed to tell him? That Bruce looks like he's two seconds away from dying at any given time?"

Gene just shook his head, shrugging. "I don't know. We'll figure it out."

Ace ran up to me after practice, wrapping his arms around my waist and nearly lifting me off my feet as he kissed me. "Finally decided where we're going for our date?" he cried.

I frowned, trying to come up with something on the fly. "Uh...ice skating? This is the last weekend before the rink closes, so we could do that and then get coffee or something?" His face lit up and he nodded, giving me a hug. "Aw it's perfect! Let's go!" he cried, sliding into the passenger seat. I hopped behind the wheel, immensely grateful that we got let out of swim an hour early.

We were pretty much the only ones at the rink, since it was March and not quite as cold outside and the ice was starting to melt anyway. But it still felt absolutely dreamy to go there with Ace. Hand in hand, we walked up to the counter. "Two sets of skates for an hour, please," I said, sliding $40 to the guy working there.

He just grunted, accepting the money. "Shoe size?" "One 11.5 and one 13." He grunted again, ducking behind the counter, while Ace nudged me, grinning. "You know what they say about big feet, right?" he teased. Face burning, I grabbed my pair and kicked him lightly in the shin. "Shut up!" I cried.

Giggling, he grabbed his set of little 11.5 size skates and sat on the bench, lacing them up. Despite pretending to act annoyed, my heart was melting as I tied my own skates and walked onto the ice with him, before almost immediately faceplanting as I slipped. Ace burst into laughter, catching me and holding me upright.

"Aw come on cutie, why'd you pick ice skating if you can't actually skate?" he cried. I just shrugged, stumbling to my feet and accepting the hand he extended. "I don't know, I just wanted to try something fun! Now come on, you gonna teach me?" Smiling at me, he squeezed my hand, eyes shining. "Hold onto the wall, focus on putting one foot in front of the other. Glide, don't step! I'll grab you if you fall," he said.