Chapter 1
Anna's P.O.V
"Hello, Liven Books, how may I direct your call?" I said into the phone on my desk, for the 100th time that week. My best friend, Jane, was sitting at the desk next to me, playing Sims on her computer, and my evil boss was in her office across the hall. This was my life every day, boring and dull. Liven Books was the most popular publishing company in the country. I hung up with the client on the phone and turned to Jane. "Do you think our lives will ever be exciting?" I asked. She rolled her eyes, "You had your chance for excitement, Anna, but you gave it up for all of this." Jane pointed around the office. I sighed, agreeing with her. I used to be a figure skater, and an awesome one at that. But after a while, all of the publicity and spotlight got to me. Sometimes, I do regret giving it up, but I wasn't happy anymore. "Anna, where are you!" A shrill voice called. I stood up and walked to her desk, "Yes, Marie?" I asked in a sweet voice. "Did you set up that meeting with Leah Lakers?" She asked, not even bothering to look up from her computer. "Yes, she said she'll be here March 23rd at 3:30." I said. "Splendid! We'll need you here as well, Anna, and if you play your cards right, you could get promoted." She said, still not looking up. I smiled and started thinking about what that would be like, a huge office, with my own assistant. "Hello? What are you still doing here?" Marie said, glaring at you. "Sorry, I'll just be leaving." I said, walking out. My phone rang, "Hello, Liven Books, how may I direct your call?" I recited. "Hey there, Anna!" a deep voice said. "Oh, hey dad, what's up?" I asked. "So guess who I ran into today?" He said. "Who did you run into?" I asked, cautiously. "Have you ever heard of Luke McCarthy?" My dad asked. "Yeah, the hockey player, right? I've seen him all over TV" I said. "Well, I ran into his coach today, and he said that Luke wants to get into figure skating and he asked if I knew anyone." He said, excitedly. My mouth fell open, "What does this mean?" I asked. "This means that you're meeting with Luke and his coach today at 3:30 to discuss the possibility of the two of you skating together! Isn't that great?" He asked. "Dad, are you kidding me? I hate when you make decisions for me like I'm a little kid! I am 22 years old!" I said, getting mad. Jane shot me a look; I shrugged and rolled my eyes. "Fine, I will go to the rink at 3:30, but it's no guarantee that I'm going to skate with him, bye dad." I threw the phone down and sighed, loudly. "Your dad wants you to skate again, doesn't he?" She asked, smirking. I threw my pen at her, and put my head on my desk.
Luke's P.O.V
"So did you talk to her father about getting her to skate?" I asked Steve, my hockey coach. He nodded, "Yeah, and he said she would meet us at 3:30 to discuss things!" He said, high-fiving me. I smiled, and looked back down at the pictures of her. "I've seen her skate before, she's pretty good." I said. "Yeah, and this will put your career back on track as more than just bad boy with a head as hard as a hockey puck." Steve said, smirking. "Very funny, but what am I supposed to tell her? That I'm using her to make me look good?" I asked. "No, tell her that you want to give figure skating a try, simple as that!" He said, walking out. I sighed, going to get ready to go meet this girl.
Anna's P.O.V
I walked into the ice skating rink with my head held high. When I looked around, memories flooded my mind, all of the lessons I took, waking up at 5:45 every morning and the competitions. I hadn't been to an ice skating rink in years, yet it was all very familiar. My dad waved me over, "Ah, Anastasia, there you are, you're late!" he scolded. "Yeah, sorry, I was late getting out of work." I took my father's hand as he pulled me over to when two men sat. One, older and almost bald, the other extremely good looking. That must be Luke, I thought to myself. "Gentlemen, this is my daughter, Anna. Anna, this is Luke and Steve Jones, Luke's coach." My father said, proudly. "Hi, it's really nice to meet you." I said politely, even though inside, I wanted to smack both of them. Luke looked me up and down, as if checking me out. I wanted so badly to gag, but instead I just rolled my eyes. I saw down, and for the next two hours, we talked about skating and what was going to happen in the future. Luke kept eyeing me the whole time, I had a feeling he was more into me than the skating. "We'll leave you two to get to know each other." Steve said. I nodded and waved at my dad. When they were gone, I turned to Luke. "Look, I don't know how serious you are about skating, but let me tell you, skating used to be my life! So if I get back into this, I'm not going to put up with your crap, you understand me!" I said. He just stared blankly at me. "Oh my goodness, what are you staring at?" I shouted. "I was just imagining what you would look like in one of those cute skating dresses, or whatever they're called." He said, winking. "Ugh, you're disgusting." I got up and walked toward the door. "See you tomorrow!" He called. Don't turn around, don't turn around, I said to myself. I walked out to my car and sat there for a few minutes. "Oh crap." I said to myself. What did I just get myself into?
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