Chapter Two

Clary POV:

Damn it, damn it, damn it was all I thought as I made my way off the ice. I totally had the skill in practice. I don't even know what happened. One minute I'm getting ready to a triple, and the next my ass is on the ice. I didn't even want to face my mom at this point, because I knew she would be pissed. When I looked up my eyes locked with my mothers and she did not look happy with what happened. When I got off the ice I grabbed my jacket and walked back towards the locker room, and she followed without saying a word. When I finally sat down and started unlacing my skates is when she blew up.

"Clarissa. What the hell was that out there? You said you were ready. You said and I quote 'I got this' well you didn't have that now did you, unless there has been a rule change where landing on your ass is now acceptable." She said and I sighed.

"I don't know what happened either mom. All I know is one moment I'm preparing to do a triple and the next minute I'm on my ass. I didn't mean to do it." I said and she just huffed at me.

"You will be up at 4 am tomorrow to be at the rink at 4:45 and you will do this routine until there are absolutely no mistakes. Do you hear me Clarissa?" She said.

"Yes mother."

"I can't even be in the same room as you. I'm going back to the hotel. I'll see you tomorrow." She said as she walked out. I put on my warm up, put my ear buds in, and started walking around the grounds. I didn't want to even face the possibility of seeing my mother again. I had no idea where I was going, but I took this little path that lead back into the woods, and there was a clearing where there was a lone bench that had a boy sitting there. Maybe he had just as bad of a day as I did, so I decided that maybe we could sit and wallow together.

Jace POV:

When I got off the half pipe I was greeted with a pissed off father. I didn't complete one of my skills and landed on my back. It was horrible and I knew my dad was going to tear me a new one. I took a deep breath, grabbed my snowboard and started walking. When I got to my bag and started to put my gear away is when my dad exploded.

"What the hell Jonathan! What happened?" He said and I rolled my eyes and looked at him.

"I under rotated." I said and he looked at me like I was the biggest idiot in the room.

"Of course you under rotated. I want to know why." He said.

"I felt great going into it, I just didn't have the momentum all the way through the flip."

"You will be out here at 5 am tomorrow morning Jonathan, and you are going to do that trick 150 times until you land it perfectly." He said and I nodded. "I can't even look at you right now. I'll see you tomorrow morning." He said and he walked away.

I put my headphones in and started walking. I found a little pathway that led into the woods. I decided to take it and see where it led. I reached a clearing and saw a single bench there. I decided that I wanted to take a seat and just admire the scenery. I think I was sitting there for about an hour when a figure sat down next to me. When I looked up there was a beautiful girl sitting next to me. She had vibrant red hair, and bright green eyes. I took out my headphones and she took out hers and she smiled.

"You look like you've had a tough day." She said and I couldn't help but laugh.

"You could say that. What about you? I feel like people don't find this place unless they are trying to escape from somewhere or someone." I said and she smiled.

"My mother. I messed up today, and she was not too happy with me." She said, which leads me to believe she is an athlete here.

"You're here for the Olympics?" I asked and she nodded. "What do you do? And which country are you representing?"

"I'm a figure skater, and I'm on team USA. Is that why you're here?"

"Yea. I'm a snowboarder. Team Great Britain."

"So, how did you end up here?" She gestured to the forest.

"I fell, and my father was not pleased."

"Is he your coach?" She asked and I nod. "I know how you feel. My mom is my coach too. She can be a hand full, but she knows what's she's talking about. It's kinda hard having a parent as a coach. She doesn't know when to shut off the coach side and just be my mom you know?"

"My father never turns off the coach side. If he isn't telling me what to do out on the half pipe, he's telling me what I should and shouldn't be eating, how much sleep I need to get, if I'm not working out enough, if I'm focusing too much time on my friends and not enough time on my sport. He doesn't know when to stop."

"That really sucks. How are you doing so far in the competition?"

"Well, after today, I think it would be hard to medal. I have one more half pipe run in three days, so depending on how well I do on that, determines if I medal or not. What about you?"

"I'm in the same position as you. I have my long program in three days, and after today, I doubt I'll make it on the podium. Which sucks, because this is all I've ever dreamed about since I was 6. But I guess that just means I have to work ten times harder for the next Olympics." She said and I nodded in agreement. I checked my phone and noticed that it was almost 9, and I had an early morning a head of me.

"It's getting late, and I have an early punishment session scheduled for tomorrow. I should probably get back." I said and she stood up with me.

"Same. My mother wants me to run my program until I get it right without any mistakes."

"That's brutal. My father is making me do the trick I fell on today 150 times." I said and she laughed.

"That sucks."

"When's your punishment session taking place?"

"4:45 am." She said and I couldn't believe it. "What about yours?"

"5 am."

"Lucky you." She said and we made small talk all the way back to the Olympic village. We stopped right in front of the women's dorm. "Well, good luck with the rest of your competition. I hope you kick some serious ass and get up on that podium." She said and I laughed.

"You too. Hey, this might be really forward, but can I have your number?" I said and shock spread across her face and I couldn't help but smile. "I'd love to know how you do in your long program, and I don't know if I'll see you again." I said and she replaced the shock with a smile.

"Sure, and you better let me know how you do too." She said as she put her number into my phone.

"Of course. Have a good night…" I said and I realized I never caught her name, and she realized the same thing and laughed.

"I'm Clary." She held out her hand and I took it.

"Jace."

"Have a good night Jace." She said and she walked into the dorm. I smiled and started to make my way back to my dorm. I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face. Maybe falling wasn't that bad, I mean I did meet Clary because of the fall, and she was beautiful, and funny, and really easy to talk too. I might have ruined my chances of medaling but meeting Clary wasn't a bad trade off when I think about it.

Authors Note:

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