His Obsession, Her Perfect Calculated Escape

vibrated through the wooden floo

inting the faces of the teenagers in flashes of pink, gree

he pulled the laces of her rented brown leather r

e rolled smoothly on his skat

nd a cropped white sweater. She was gripping the metal railing with both ha

his hand

, his eyes focuse

nd stood up. The wheels of her s

one ste

right foot sharply inwar

lma cri

grabbed her right ankle with both hands, squ

stantly. The wheels of his s

ked, his voice panicked. His

o turn shallow. "I twisted it on the stairs last

biting her l

Caden ordered. "I'm dri

rearm. "Please, Caden. Don't ruin the night. I just need to

him with wide,

Alma said. She shifted her gaze to Bridge

y pushed C

ice soft and encouraging. "She's been looki

dgett, then back at Alma. He ha

mpossible for his ego to refuse

ed. "But if it hur

ates and slipped her sneakers back on. She

he walked over to a dark booth at the edge

e cold soda. The ice

still. Her eyes locked onto the rink

ling. She moved stiffly, her arms fla

s hands shoved deep into his pockets. He looked

her pocket. The screen illumin

essages and type

o hold her hand so she doesn't f

hit

n felt his phone vibr

robe lights. She saw the corner of his mout

ay. He skated smoot

t and offered

d. She looked at his hand like it was a winning lottery ticke

He pulled her slightly closer, guidi

istance betwee

Her eyes were wide, completely l

soda. The condensation from the pl

enough to break the loyalty of a roommate. She

ed the cro

ing backward at high speed, weaving recklessly through the slower

looked at Caden and Bridgett's po

d the speed a

s were ten yards

m the booth. She

creamed at the

through the heavy

he sound. His body twisted in

ying attentio

boy skating backward slammed di

act was

kates flew out from under her. She pitched forwar

e shadows. She didn't blink. She