Chapter 3 (last chapter)

I bit my nails nervously. Tonight was what could potentially be the biggest night of my life: it was the finals in pairs figure skating. That's right, Bryce and I had made it to finals and were currently in third. We had to up our scores to make gold but I think we could do it.

"Bryce, Jessica!" A reporter made a beeline for us. "Are you excited? Nervous? Hoping to get the gold today?"

"Yes, yes, and yes." Bryce fielded the reporter's questions.

We watched the competition nervously. We didn't know how we would do in comparison, and to my eyes, they all looked so sure, so professional, so... I couldn't put my finger on it. Je ne sais quoi, as the French would say.

I took a deep breath. It was our turn now. This was what would make or break our career... the gold medal skate.

I stepped on the ice as the song began. The crowd watched eagerly, and our choreographer cheered from the sidelines. We executed the jumps perfectly at first, the triple salchow, double lutz, and the list went on. We each had our fair share of stumbles, which I beat myself liberally for, but we finished the song with grace and poise. Now the only thing to do was wait for the results.

"And the scores are in," the annoucer, for lack of a better word, announced. I gripped Bryce's hand firmly in mine, too nervous to notice this was the first time we had held hands.

"The bronze goes to..." he paused dramatically, as if we weren't anxous enough. "Stacey Kemp and David King of America!" There were cheers from the American part of the audience and the pair hugged each other, obviously ecstatic to be Olympic medallists.

"Silver to..." He paused again while opening the envelope. "Jessica Dube and Bryce Davidson of Canada!" Our cheer was even louder, and we went to recieve our medals, grinning from ear to ear.

___________________________________________________________

Bryce and I were kissing.

It was a week after the Olympics, and he had invited me again to the noodle house (I had begun to call it this due to the fact I couldn't pronounce the name).

He released me. "Remind me why we never did that before?"

"My coach wouldn't allow me to date while I was in training."

I laughed, a little lightheaded. He had no idea.

The End

3 comments about this story Feed