Magnolia in May [H.S]

Part nine

Magnolia

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It comes quick all at once, spinning around. Squeezing myself in form to complete it. Lift my legs with the momentum created.

"Fuck!" I bellow, falling straight on my ass. My strained voice echoes through the empty room, I dart my eyes around to make sure no one is in here. Another try at the jump and another fail.

I gather my wits, forcing my ego at bay and skating down the rink. I gear up for another try, pinching my eyes closed with a deafening deep breath. I gain momentum, putting a game face on.

My feet take over, and as soon as I know it it's over, the realization strikes me like a bag of bricks. I didn't fall, I landed the jump.

The achievement discards me when I hear the frightening noise of slow claps from the stands behind me. I clench my jaw at the noise, expecting to see a green bay packer beanie. Instead, I'm greeted with cold undeserving blue eyes. Fuck me and my existence. He claps on, now walking down the bleacher closer to me. My fists curl at the smug sight, willing to take it all away with one nice backhand.

"Wow," He remarks, leaning on the glass "Now that was impressive... I thought you were gonna bomb it for the hundredth time tonight, turns out ole cherry's still got her groove."

"Kiss my ass, Florian." I sneer, forcefully pushing past him, to waddle over to the bench. I slam myself down on the metal like a toddler, tying my tossed hair into a ponytail.

"You're not really my type but thanks..." He furrows his eyebrow with an 'i'm better than you' type of look.

"Oh, but my father sure is... he knows all about your incessant ass-kissing." I make sure to grimace, defeating his grin with my eye contact.

"You've gained quite the sense of humor, A little trashy now but funny." I fight the impending urge to smack him a new one, slipping my skate guards on so I can leave the scene. He stays propped against the glass, holding his arrogance like a newbie.

"What is it you want? Huh? Me to go home and tell daddy how insanely grateful you are for him?" I keep a straight face, his grin fades making me chuckle.

"Oooho, I struck a nerve didn't I?"

"Hmm..." He scowls.

"I'm gonna ask you one more fucking time, what do you want?" I play bad cop, wanting him to just walk the hell away from me. It was obvious he was up to something I just didn't know what yet. He keeps quiet, ruffling his nose at me.

His silence unearths the mystery, propelling me to a solid conclusion as to why he's here.

"Trashy?" I scoff.

"You know, my dear father said something strikingly similar to that the other day. The use of the word trashy... Hmm..." I act dumb, and again his expression changes to blank.

"You're snooping for him huh? Stalking and then reporting back to daddy..." The look on his face retorts to the fact I cracked the case. He was spying on me, he's the one who told my father about giving Harry a ride home. Within seconds he tries to piece the wall I tore down back together. Pulling his unimpressed snooty face mask back on.

"You know Louisa, the whole world doesn't revolve around you... so no... I wasn't spying... I was checking on an old friend. One that has clearly lost her wits."

"And you know what Florian, you can shove that generosity right up your ass. We're not friends... We'll never be friends... so kindly... Fuck off." I mug, slamming my bag over my shoulder.

"Tell Styles I said cheers." He grimaces, sauntering out of the room before I can say another word. Coward.

Thoroughly pissed off, I stomp my way out. And now every small thing comes to irritate me, sugaring through the locker room. I throw my things together, unbothered by the mess I'm making.