them
finding us making out over by the stands. I started to break away slowly; even
if I wanted to go back, Jaxon drew me in, and I couldn’t quite bring myself to
stop kissing him. I was just about to slither free of his arms when I heard my
name.
“Mia! Mia you were great!” I felt as if a bucket of
ice-cold water had been dumped on me when I recognized my mom’s voice calling
my name. An instant later, still wrapped up in the embrace, I heard a gasp. I
broke out of Jaxon’s arms and turned around to see my mom and Bob walking
towards us. They had stopped short in their tracks, and I could see the look of
revolted horror on Bob’s face as he stared at the two of us. For just a second,
I thought to myself that maybe we could play it off. Maybe I was imagining
things. But when I looked at my mom, I could see that she was just as
shocked—though not entirely as revolted—as Bob was, staring at me with her eyes
full of unpleasant surprise.
“Shit,” I muttered, standing there just inches away
from Jaxon and staring at our parents, staring at us. There was no way to hide
what we had just been doing. There was no way at all to deny what had happened.
The thing I had refused to think about for the last week or so had finally come
crashing down and there was no way out of it.
Chapter
Seven
For what seemed like an hour we all stood there,
staring at each other in abject horror, and I wondered if time had frozen in
the frigid temperatures. My mind was reeling—what were Jaxon and I going to do?
How were we going to make this okay? What the hell were our parents doing
there? I couldn’t even hear the crowd over the roaring of my blood in my ears
and the pounding of my heart in my chest.
The awards part of the tournament was winding down,
and looking around in my panic I saw that some of the people were starting to
leave the stands, heading to their cars or to the lodges in the area. I knew
that the members of our team would come looking for us at any moment—and sure
enough, even while we were all standing there, none of us speaking, all of us
buried in the most awkward moment of the last couple of months, the team came
by. “Oh, these are our parents,” I said quickly. “They’re…we’ll catch up.” I
caught a sympathetic glance from one of our teammates while they slunk away.
In the next few moments it was like the snow itself
started to melt. Bob’s shocked face became more and more disgusted and I felt
myself starting to shake. I looked at my mom; she wasn’t quite as disgusted as
Bob was, but I could tell as the shock started to fall away that she was far
from happy to have walked up on Jaxon and me making out right out in the open.
It was the worst possible outcome that any of us could have thought of. Bob
looked around and I saw he was making sure that there wasn’t anyone around—it
was at least a big step up from the lodge before.
Bob walked the last few steps separating Jaxon and
me from him and Mom, and I felt my heart beating even faster. “What the hell do
you think you’re doing?” His voice was tight and tense, his eyes full of rage.
He strode right up to Jaxon and I and I could feel the air vibrating with his
anger. Mom walked up in Bob’s wake, looking displeased but less revolted by the
fact that she’d discovered us—still more shocked than angry, though I could
tell that she was not happy.
I looked over at Jaxon. His face was red, his eyes
were narrowed. He was clearly getting more and more upset. Bob started going
off on Jaxon and me, saying things about how disgusting it was. I looked around
feeling more and more panicked. No one seemed to be paying attention to us, but
it was easy to see that Bob was winding himself up for a major tirade. I
swallowed against the tight, dry feeling in my throat and turned my attention
to Mom. “What are you guys even doing here?” Mom tore her attention away from
Bob and looked at me, her eyes still full of worry and shock.
“We came