Chapter 12: Arrogance (Wabara’s POV)
We were sitting down, lacing up our skates. I tied them up quickly and then turned to her. “Are you going to ignore me for the rest of the day now? Just because of what I said?”
She ignored me yet again and kept tying her laces.
I grabbed her leg, pulling it over my knee.
“Oi!” she exclaimed while I pulled her closer and tied her laces for her.
“I asked you a question,” I said, putting her leg down.
She stood up, quickly moving to the ice rink.
“Indigo!”
She ignored me and stepped on the ice. If she didn’t know how to ice skate, she would be so humiliated right now. But she does know how to ice skate. So, she skated off.
And I followed. I skated, skitting in front of her, blocking her way. “Indigo.”
She moved right and I blocked her way. She moved left and I blocked her way again. So she turned around and started skating anti-clockwise, going against the crowd.
I blocked her way again, ice flying under my skates. “Come on,” I groaned. “What do you want me to do?”
“Say sorry.” She folded her arms across her chest.
I sighed, scratching my eyebrow. “What exactly am I sorry for?”
She rolled her eyes, giving me a push and turning back around, skating faster.
I grabbed her wrist and dragged her back, my chest colliding with her back. “I’m sorry,” I said softly. “For being a dick and trying to tell you what to do.”
She stared ahead of her, not looking at me over her shoulder. God, she really knows how to set me straight.
“And for being rude and insensitive. Hmm?” I asked slowly. “Are we good?”
She elbowed me and I let go of her. She skated a few paces away and then turned to me. “We’re good… if you can catch me,” she smirked.
“I’m a fantastic ice skater, you should know,” I scoffed, slowly inching forward.
She skated backward and then spun around. “Let’s see!” She started skating faster and I waited a couple of seconds before I started chasing after her.
I almost had her a few times and then she would skate around a stranger and I would have to slow down so I didn’t crash into anybody. And then when I almost had her another time, a little kid who was skating anti-clockwise and going the wrong way, crashed right into me. I winced, landing straight on my back and my elbow taking the blow while the kid fell on top of me. I looked watching as she laughed while skating back over to me.
“You made a little kid fall!” she exclaimed.
I looked at the little boy that was still on top of me. “You okay?” I asked.
He looked at his palm, which I’m sure had an ice-burn. Then he started sniffling and crying.
I whined, putting my head down while she helped the little boy up.
“Are you okay?” She kneeled on the ice, wiping his cheeks.
He kept crying.
“You live and you learn,” I mumbled, sitting up.
She smacked my knee and then turned to the little boy again. She blew the ice off his palm, gently wiping it with a single finger before standing up, holding her hand out. Not for me, for the kid.