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prestigious meets—but I have never been a “team player” kind of girl; I’ve
always been more of a “rising tide lifts all boats” type. I wanted to be the
very best, and I wasn’t just going to sit back and gain points for my team when
I could place in the top three.
    We all listened as they announced the individual
event winners, grabbing our spots on the podium and taking our trophies and
medals; Jaxon, of course, scored in the top for all three of his events, taking
the podium four times total and ending up with a neck full of medals and a huge
trophy. When they started calling my division, I snagged first place in the
Slope and Half-pipe events, and second in the Big Air; it wasn’t quite as good
as Jaxon, but it was still enough to leave me in contention for the first or
second place for my entire division. No one from the team placed outside of the
top ten in their divisions, and we were all delirious as they called out the
overall winners. Jaxon took his spot at the top, with the gold, and I screamed
my head off for him, louder and prouder than anyone else on the team.
    I was not quite surprised but still thrilled when
they came to my division’s overall; if one of the girls had eked out sufficient
points overall, even with my two first-place wins, I might have ended up in
second again—but instead I took the overall gold. In the crowd of our
teammates, I heard Jaxon screaming for me just like I had screamed for him,
chanting my name with everyone else.
    I was thrilled, I was absolutely full of adrenaline
and giddy with excitement as I stepped off of the podium with my three gold
medals and one silver, my big trophy in my hands, heading back to the team.
Everyone was cheering; we didn’t have any contenders in the other divisions to
worry about or listen for. I ran up to Jaxon, spotting him just apart from the
rest of our group.
    I put up with everyone slapping me on the back and
saying that Jaxon and I were carrying the team; all I wanted though was to get
him alone for just a few minutes. “Congrats, Mia,” Jaxon said, his bright eyes full
of warmth and pride. “You nailed every last thing I taught you.”
    “You’re a pretty damn good teacher,” I told him,
grinning up. “Come on; let’s go somewhere people aren’t screaming in our ears.”
No one paid us much attention as we wandered away from the group; they were so
busy shouting and cheering for our position as frontrunners in the overall
scheme of the system that they didn’t miss two people out of the team being
away. I knew they’d all head over to the lodge soon enough and probably there’d
be beers and hot chocolate, maybe a team dinner before we hit the road to go
back to campus for the weekend. But there wouldn’t be another golden
opportunity to get Jaxon to myself like there was right now.
    “Seriously, Mia, you were great,” Jaxon told me, wrapping
his arms around my waist. I knew we were still technically in the middle of a
public place, but the only people who knew us at the tournament were our team
mates, and as comparatively quiet as it was over by the stands, out of the
areas where the teams and individual competitors were celebrating their wins,
it was easy to forget anyone else was there at all. I stood up on the balls of
my feet and wrapped my arms around Jaxon’s shoulders.
    “I’ve been waiting all day for a chance to kiss
you,” I told him. Jaxon laughed and leaned in, closing the last distance
between us. I melted into him, kissing him back hungrily. I could taste the hot
chocolate on his lips still, feel the heat of his body underneath his gear. I
couldn’t wait until we were really, truly alone—in my dorm room or in his room
at the frat house, where we could celebrate our victories together.
    But I knew that even with everyone driven distracted
by the victory we’d eked out for the day, they’d miss us soon enough and I
didn’t want to have to deal with the teasing that would come along with