Page 47 of For the Love of Skating

“You love her.” It’s not a question but a statement.

“Why does everyone keep asking me that tonight?” I mumble under my breath, wondering if there is a love struck sign on my forehead or something.

“Who asked you?” she questions, placing her hands on her hips before looking behind me with a slight twitch of her lips.

Beast really needs to learn how to walk without stomping.

“Beast did, and he told me to man up, which I should’ve done three goddamn days ago.” She nods her head like she agrees with me, and walks past me to grab the front of Beast’s shirt to pull him down for a passionate kiss.

I’m trying not to interrupt their moment because I want to be on her good side, but dammit, I need to see my Princess.

“That’s my guy,” she says to Beast with a dazed smile, then she gestures to me without looking away from my friend, who starts to walk her backwards into her room with one thing on his mind. “You break her heart again, and I’ll be taking the bat that’s behind my bed to your hockey knees. She’s at the rink in the athletic department. She left half an hour ago after I kicked her out to get fresh air. Go easy on her…she’s not doing so good today,” she says, just before she shoves me out the door and kicks it closed in my face.

I can only shake my head as I hear giggling seconds later, but good for Beast getting his Latino goddess back. Glancing at my phone, I find it reads fifteen minutes before midnight, and unlike Cinderella's story…I’m going to actually keep my Princess before the clock strikes midnight.