unless global warming occurs anytime soon, that’s one ice princess who will never give me the time of day, let alone use your backseat for a make-out session.” Although, in the back of my mind, she really was fun to be around and I would have liked to see what made her tick inside. Something told me there was more to her than what was on the surface. Hopefully, she’d call me, and I could make good on that deal. I could do more than make her blush if she caught me wearing anything in spandex.
2013
It is my day off from training and the rink. I’ve made plans at the spa for a mani-pedi and then I’m heading over to the gym for a quick Barre and yoga class. At least I’ll be able to take away a little bit of stress while I’m there. In a couple of months, my training will be probably every day, as my mother will require me to prepare for the US Nationals. Everything will be riding on my placing, considering this year’s competition will be held in Boston. Mother says Daddy has donated a lot of money toward the advertising for his company and how it would look good for the family if I were to medal in my hometown. No pressure on my shoulders at all. A part of me would like to just stick it to them and not place in the top ten. That would really piss them off to no end. But, at the end of the day, who am I kidding? I’ll end up making them happy, even if it means I’m not.
I’m wrapping up at the day spa and trying to keep my nails from hitting against anything when I hear someone shout my name. “Oh my gosh, Emily Cameron! Is that you?” I turn my head in that direction only to see Suzanne walking toward me. I smile politely, as it’s been at least eight years since I’ve seen her. As she approaches me, she hurriedly strides up looking me over. “It is you! It’s been so long. I can’t believe how good you look! What on Earth are you doing up here?” She was always one for being overly dramatic.
“Hi, Suzanne. It’s nice to see you, too. I was just in the area, so I drove up to see about getting a mani-pedi.” I wave my nails at her. “It’s my only day off for a while, so I needed some time to de-stress.”
“Oh! That’s right. You’re still competing. I thought I read somewhere you were a top contender for this year’s Nationals, right?!”
I sigh because this is all anyone knows or asks about me. Never does anyone ask me what I want to do or like to do besides the skating career. “Yeah, I’m still skating. You know my mother. She’ll never let me do what I want, so I’m still training like crazy and competing at least five months out of the year.”
She must sense my sadness because she immediately slaps her hand on my shoulder and looks me in the eyes. “Well, we need to totally catch up. I was about to go grab a quick bite and drink across the street. Come join me. I’m not taking no for an answer.”
As she’s grabbing my hand to drag me out the doors, she’s chatting on the phone with someone, but as I look at the time on my phone, I realize there is no way I’m making it to my gym class on time. So much for my day off.
Suzanne and I walk across the parking lot to the Ninety-Nine restaurant. As we walk inside, Suzanne drops her phone back into her bag. We walk past the hostess station and down the back to a table where two guys are sitting with another girl. The girl looks up and smiles at Suzanne before bringing her into a huge hug. Suzanne whispers something into her ear before leaning over to one of the guys whose back is toward me. I wonder if I’m crashing this lunch, but she did say she wanted to catch up, so I’m pretty sure she thinks her friends won’t mind me being here with them.
Once Suzanne turns back to me and waves me over, the guy she was talking to gets up and faces me. It’s when I meet his eyes that I realize they are the only eyes that have ever had an effect on me. Those eyes that caused my heart to flutter and my hands to sweat from being so close