On Thin Ice (The Seasons)

Prologue

LUKAS

What do you do when you find the boyfriend of the girl you’re crushing on—who doesn't know you exist—kissing a girl who isn’t her?

That’s where I find myself. And not on purpose either.

I’m trying to find a bathroom and knowing Zara—my younger sister—isn’t going to want to leave the stands until after her idols skate. Instead, I find two people sucking each other’s faces off. They break apart when they hear my footsteps on the linoleum floors.

I school my expression into one of indifference, knowing full well that you don’t find a secluded spot in a crowded place, unless you’re trying to hide something like kissing a girl that isn’t your partner and girlfriend.

Zara had shown me enough articles and videos, and we’d been to enough meets that I recognized these two in front of me. I felt the muscles across my back tense in anger, and he had the audacity to shrug as if to say what can I say.

Did Aimee know? Did she know that the guy who was her boyfriend and partner was hiding away kissing another girl, before the biggest performance of their career?

I was guessing, probably not.

“You won’t say anything right?” the girl’s voice asked.

If their actions hadn’t already proven they were sneaking, her question sealed it. I felt my hand clench into a fist, shot them a scathing look, and went to find my sister.