I raced to the rink the next morning, and, of course, there was a crowd. Everyone was yelling for Victor.
This one blonde boy shoved past me.
"Hey!" I yelled at him. He looked back at me and had to look up. His green eyes pierced my soul. I swallowed the knot in my throat and glared back. "For one, you don't shove people. Two, I need to get in for my skates. I left them here with my phone. "
The kid just glared at me and I tried to figure out who he was. He was definitely familiar.
"Finally! I can skate now!" Yuri barged past me, out of breath. I giggled, and in a swift movement, the boy kicked Yuri in the back. Yuri flew inside and before I could do anything, the boy started stomping on his face.
Wait... that's Yuri Plisetsky! I stared at the boy. "Pardon my tardiness," Victor pushed past everyone and stared at the boys. "Ahh! Yuri! I'm surprised Yakov let you come!" Victor smiled. Yuri glared at him, "you owe me my own choreograph program for my senior debut!"
I blinked at them, "excuse me. Can I get through? I need my things. Thanks." Shoving past the bickering boys.
Ahhh! They aren't here! My mind and body worked together and I felt my panic rising.
"Sorry to disturb you, (Y/n), but you left your things behind. I grabbed them for you," a hand touched my shoulder. Looking back, a smiling Victor was handing me my things. "AHHH! Thank you Victor!" I grabbed the things.
He laughed slightly, "I like your lock screen."
Looking at my phone, I remembered that it was a picture of Victor. My face flushed bright red and my eyes widened. "Uh... ehm.." I looked at my skates, embarrassed. The Yuris walked in and I stared blankly at them. Nothing in my mind would work. Victor just winked at me and I thought I was going to faint.
Scurrying across the rink, I escaped the room. "Annnnd, I just made a fool of myself!" I hid my face behind my hands and was fully aware of Eros music playing as I was staring at my wallpaper.
I took a peek in the rink and saw Victor dancing/skating on the ice. Yuri and... Yuri were both staring at him, not even blinking. His rythm was amazing.
I blush and tilted my head. How is he able to do those moves with skates? I looked back at my own skates and memorized his moves, or tried to. No, I shouldn't be peeking! I walked back to my stuff and left.
Remembering the way he moved, I walked ballet class. I had a personal class. My teacher seemed late, so I practiced Victor's moves.
Watching myself in the mirror, I saw a skinny figure sitting in the doorway. "Hello, madam," I looked back at her.

"Where'd you come up with those moves? I've never taught you anything like it," she walked around me, fixing my posture. Shrugging, I couldn't admit that I saw Victor.

"Okay first things first," madam looked at me sternly.

*skipperz*

I walked out of my ballet class and wondered if they were done at the Ice Palace. Arriving, I got my skates on and walked into the rink. I couldn't see anyone, so I decided to practice the moves I remembered from earlier.
"Eros.. sexual?" I said to myself while I skated the moves. I knew that I didn't have all of the parts to the choreograph program. When I finished the part I remembered, slow clapping erupted. "So you were watching us?" I heard the Russian skater behind me. "I-I... I'm sorry Victor..." I stayed in place on the ice, trying to stay on balance as I turned around.
He laughed, "Why are you always so nervous around me? You're like Yuri. Do I scare you guys?"
I tilted my head. Isn't he mad? "I'm not scared..." I shuffled to the rink exit. "Hmmm..." he wasn't even listening anymore, so I took my skates off and stared at the rink, wondering about what he's thinking.
"How long have you've known Yuri?" He finally spoke up.
"I have no idea. Since we were kids I guess," I shrugged.
"So... do you ever skate with him?"
"No," I rested my head on my hand. Victor looked at me and smiled and did the same thing. "Are you, Victor Nikiforov, copying me, (Y/n) (L/n)?" I mocked.
"No. You just look so adorable so I decided to look adorable too," he smiled with closed eyes. Red traveled up my face and I giggled.
"Vicchan! Yurio and I are here!" I heard Yuri and saw him walk in with a pissed off 'Yurio'. "On time even!" Victor smiled.
Yurio instantly glared at me, "get out. These are private lessons. Come back during the competition so you can say goodbye to Victor."
The color drained from my face, "your leaving Victor?" He looked at me, "only of Yurio wins the competition. Though, I'm pretty sure if I leave, Yuri and you might never skate again. Especially Yuri. The pig took his work outs seriously to turn onto a prince."
Even during my pale session, a blush heated up my face as I thought of Yuri being a prince. "I can't tell if you're red from anger or that you like Yuri," Victor poked my cheek. The poking didn't bother me. I was actually happy. Happy that my idol noticed me.

"Victor. Let's skate now! Stop talking to this female and focus on our practicing," Yurio grabbed his wrist and glared at him.
"Yes yes. Let's go skate," Victor didn't mind his glaring. "See you later, (Y/n)," Yuri pat me on the shoulder. "Yes. Maybe I could visit your house and have some pork cutlet bowls for myself!" I smiled and left.
Sitting in the locker room, I looked through my phone. "Blah blah blah. Nothing interesting," I felt my eyes getting heavy. I better get home. If Yuko finds me here sleeping, I'll never hear the end of it.