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iIce-skate
I watched Sam look cautiously at the ice, while she stood in her ice-skates. It made me laugh to see that she was actually afraid of something! Someone behind her said something to her, but she turn to them and yelled something fierce.
She stepped on the ice with hesitance, immediately gripping the railing on the wall. She looked up and happened to catch me looking. Her eyes narrowed. Oh shoot. Sam started to shuffle in her skate, gripping the railing as if her life depended on it, in my direction.
I couldn't help but smile as I skated to her. She saw me coming, and had a look of pure disgust on her face.
"What were you looking at?" She asked me.
"I was just marveling at your poor ice-skating skills."
"How do you know how to ice-skate so well? Did your mommy put you in classes?" She pouted her lips and tilted her head to the side.
"No! She put me in an ice safety class… in which I happened to learn to skate," I told her firmly. She laughed.
"I should of known a dork like you would've taken ice safety lessons," She scoffed. Sam looked down at the ice, as if contemplating something. She looked up and across the ice to see Carly skating happily with Jake Crandell. She hesitantly let go of the railing, her legs shaking. Sam began to wobble and reached out, the first thing she found happening to be my arm.
"You said I'm a dork? You're the one who has the death grip on my arm."
"Shut up, Dorkward!" She hissed, not once letting go or loosening her grip.
I shook my head. "Do you want me to help you skate?"
"Maybe!" She said in a defensive tone. I smiled again and began to skate to the center of the rink, Sam shuffling along beside me.
"Why did we go where there are no railings to hold on to?" She complained.
"So you can learn," I told her. She groaned.
"But we just got out of class!"
I grinned, and instructed on how to do a basic skate, which was the only thing I really knew how to do well.
Lets just say Sam gets bad grades for a reason.
I was finally able to get her to let go of my arm and try to skate on her own. She stood a moment with shaky knees, and I skated backwards and away from her. I told her to come skate to me.
She looked unsure of herself, something I don't normally see in Sam. She propelled herself forward on unsteady feet, her arms out to keep her balance and her hair bouncing around her shoulders. She lunged forward and I quickly grabbed her around her waist, while her arms wrung themselves around my neck. I helped her back onto her feet, and she looked up into my eyes.
A brief moment passed and she wriggled out of the position and back to her post on my arm.
"Just take me back to the railing. I can't wait to get out of this ice pot," She grumbled. I just laughed, because strangely, the place her arms touched on the back of my neck was cold. And I wanted her hands to warm it again.
:) I couldn't resist. All that talk about ice-skating in iHave a Lovesick Teacher made me think of this.
And it's weird, because I had an idea for a story like this before, but it was Sam who was the experienced skater. I think it's cuter this way.
Tell me what you think!
-Freak-a-Zoid