I am a Figure skater. I skate 6 hours a day, 30 hours a week and about 2,700 minutes a month. That doesn't include training, off-ice, ballet, drama, and yoga. I have three coaches (the top best), a choreographer, physical trainer, a ballet teacher, a drama teacher, a dietitian, a podiatrist, a chiropractor and a tutor. I know what your thinking. All this for a sport? It's not a sport, it's a lifestyle and a PASSION. (I thought I would right this story because I am a figure skater and I didn't see a lot of figure skating books so I wrote a story I might enjoy reading -from a fellow reader and writer)

"I hate you!" I cried. I knew my makeup was smeared all over my face but I didn't care. He chuckled coldly, while entangling his finger through his hair. "You hate me?" He asked still smiling. "You think I care?" He yelled getting closer. "Look at me" he declared while grabbing ahold of my wrists. I kept my head down attempting to look anywhere but him. "Dammit Nina look at me!" He growled. I immediately looked up into his electric grey eyes. "Now tell me you hate me without looking away." He whispered. He looked defeated. Looked almost..hurt. I swallowed back my nerves and looked deep into his eyes. "I...." I Began but couldn't finish. Both of us lost in each others stare for I don't know how long. I knew he told me to tell him that I hated him but all I could think of was 'kiss him'. Then our lips met, all I could hear were the both of us breathing heavily as if we were both one breath. "I love you." I whispered between breathing and devouring his lips. "I love you Noah." It's just something about Bad Boys that drag in the good girls. But Noah was a different kind of bad and Nina had no idea that she was about to be entangled in one of the worst situations of her life all because of him.