Cassidy
The bright sun glared in my eyes. The snow crunched under my tennis shoes. I pulled my jacket tightly around me as I walked through the snow to the dorms. I still can't believe I'm here. Everywhere I go, I just want to take it all in. The Olympics have always been a dream of mine but I doubted I would ever get here. But look at this! I am!
"Cassidy?" A voice shouts from behind me. I whip around. I would know that voice anywhere. I jolt into an all out sprint. It's Tristan Berkley. I haven't seen him face-to-face for ages. Since Gigi's wedding actually. He pulls me into him. With my head pressed against his chest, I breathe in. He smells just like, well, just like him. I pull away from him. How did I forget that he might be here for team England? I look into his dark blue eyes. A wave of memories comes over me. First seeing him, and hating his guts. Being asked by Mrs. Bergeson to help him with his ice dancing. Practice after practice, day after day, hour after hour. Skating with him in England, and winning second place. And the kiss in the garden. And then the one a year later on the ice. Is there anyway he could still, I don't know, like me?
"How are you?" I ask.
"Great, but I've missed you a lot." Oh his accent, it's like molasses. Sweet, sweet molasses.
"I've missed you, too," I say in almost a whisper.
"Do you wanna grab a bite to eat?"
"I can't now, practice, but tonight? Or tomorrow?" I reply, trying to be calm but I'm giddy inside.
"Sure! Tomorrow for dinner, 6:00? Meet me here?"
"Sounds good," I reply.
I was about to leave when he leaned down and kissed me on the cheek. "See you soon."
"Yeah. Bye." I swear I am glowing. I turn around and head back to the dorm, tempted to jump up and down. I look over my shoulder and see him heading off with some of his skating friends.
Once I get into my dorm, I pull open my laptop, and open up my email. Emails from my mom, Jess, Megan, and Courtney all come whooshing in. Logging into chat, I see that all of my book club friends are already online. I don't have practice for another hour, but right now is the book club's time to chat and I missed our last conversation. To be honest, I miss them all so much. I wish they could come to my games but with so many conflicting schedules, only my parents are going to make it.
Emma: Hey Cass! How's the Olympics?
Me: Good, you'll never guess who I saw.
Jess: Stinkerbell?
Me: Haha! No, thankfully.
Megan: Who? Spill it already!
Me: Tristan
Jess: The Tristain?
Megan: As in two kiss Berkley?
Me: Did Courtney tell you? I'm gonna kill her!
Becca: Ooooh... Maybe it's not just two anymore.
Me: Hey! Nothing happened!
Becca: What? Have we taught you nothing?
Me: Well, if you call dinner tonight nothing...
Emma: Way to go Sloan!
Megan: What are you going to wear?
Me: What's it to you?
Me: Sorry I snapped, long day.
Becca: Green sweatshirt and jeans, with the hockey earrings.
Emma: Same thing you wore when you first started liking him.
Me: Hey! You don't know the whole story.
Becca: I got to head. My flight's coming in an hour.
Everyone signs off and I get ready for practice. Allegra, the girl I'm rooming with from the Lady Shawmuts is already gone. I dance around the room while I pull on sweats and and warm up jacket. Final score: Points for all! I'm on top of the world!