This really is only my second fanfictions, but I am really trying my best. Also, for those of you who want more updates on A Forgotten Valentine and A Hurt Feeling, rest assured that I will update that fanfiction as if I have no other. So, basically, just enjoy.

Tristan

I set my hands firmly on Cassidy's waist, and together we begin to waltz around the rink. I love this. Everyday now Cassidy and I practice.

As we slow to a stop, the door creaks open, and we freeze. We didn't expect anyone to come in here, because we wanted some privacy. I guess they did anyway.

The door opens, and in steps. . .well, what'd you know? Zach Norton. He stops dead in his tracks when he sees my hands on Cassidy's waist, and her head resting on my shoulder.

He stalks closer, and steps on the ice without even ice-skates. Cassidy's head snaps up, and she slowly steps away from me.

"Hey. . .Zach," she says, and awkwardly waves her hand.

"Sloane," Zach replies stiffly. He looks at me coolly. "I see Tristan's back in town."

I nod back casually, uncertain where he's going.

"Didn't expect to see the ice princess dancing with my girlfriend," he says nastily.

"She's my girlfriend!" I flare.

"No, she liked me first!" he yells back. His eyes hold icy fire, but I'm sure that mine are just as bad as his.

Cassidy steps between us. "Okay, guys, let's cool it. Tris, let's get back to , go home."

Zach says, "Hey, Sloane, call me. . .uh. . ." He pauses, then gives up on it. "I'm not going home. I'm just gonna sit here and watch you guys."

Wow, dumb. He seriously wants Cass to call him something? He can only be "Za" and that's weird. Because if he's "Zac" that'd still be prounounced as his real name. Dumb. Cassidy likes me way better than him.

Cassidy sighs. "Look, Zach, you can stay if you want. Just please stay silent, so Tris and I can concentrate."

He glares at me, then relents.

I slowly and very obviously put my hands on Cassidy's waist, and out of the corner of my eye I see Zach glaring at our connection. I smile to myself.

As I lead Cassidy around the rink, I inch a little closer to her, and she doesn't scooch away. Another thing that Zach can glare at. When I bring her to a halt, I lean over and kiss her cheek, then whisper in her ear, "Great job so far, sweetheart."

I never see it coming. Zach must have put on his skates, and skated to us as fast as lightning, because a minute after I whisper to her he barrels into me, pushing me to the ground, knocking the breath out of me.

Cassidy scrambles over to me, then crouches next to me. "Tristan! Tris, are you OK?"

I gaze at her, shocked. "You're so hard to keep, you know that? You're so hard to fight for."

Cassidy frowns, but then her brow clears up. "Well, Tris, you know that you don't have to fight for me! I love you, and I don't want to be anyone elses. Do you get that? Now get up and start dancing with me or I'll hug Zach."

Zach grins and pushes me down again for another few seconds, then engulfs Cassidy in a hug, way longer than I would like, and maybe adds a few more snuggles than offered. I get up quickly, grab Cassidy on her waist and pull her into the waltz.

Cassidy yells over my shoulder, "You doofus! Zach, face it! I'll never ever ever like you, so embrace the fact, don't feed it false thoughts on me liking you again!"

He glares at her. "You dated me once! You kissed me once!" he yells back, then tears his gaze from her to me. "You hear that, Berkeley, you're girlfriend kissed me!"

"That's IT!" Cassidy shouts. "Zach, go home and leave me and Tris alone!"

"Fine!" he yells. "Just, call me. . .uh. . .Za! And don't call the ice princess Tris!"

Cassidy looks disgusted. " "za" is a horrible name. And don't you ever call Tristan the ice princess!"

Zach stomps out, and Cassidy kisses me on the cheek, leaving a smear of lip-gloss. I don't wipe it off, and neither does Cassidy.

At least I know that Zach is out of my life.

I look over at Cassidy, and read her expressions. She's worried that another girl will steal me from him. Take Becca, for example. She's always trying to steal me away.

Oh. . .what would I do?

I know you're probably thinking, that wasn't interesting at all! I'm working on it, and I promise that the next ones will be better. I know too that the cliffhanger isn't very anticipating, but keep checking, please.