Chapter 1
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Ally�s POV I was working late at the rink one evening on a difficult series of steps that I hadn�t been performing well recently. Turn, turn, kick, step, turn, kick, trip� Finally giving up, I went looking for an alternate form of entertainment, my boyfriend of six years, Colin James. I slipped down the hall towards his room. The door was unlocked so I walked in without knocking. Colin had a room to himself and I wouldn�t see anything that I hadn�t seen countless other times. Of course, one should never make assumptions. What I did see left me completely speechless. My mouth dropped open and I blinked. When I re-opened my eyes, nothing had changed. They were still there, in bed. My Colin and that spinning slut from Switzerland. Finally finding my voice I shrieked, �Colin!� The objects under the covers stopped moving and Colin poked his head above the blankets. �Ally� What are you doing here?� He sounded shocked to see me. �You bastard!� I spat, �How could you be so cruel? I never thought it would come to this. I thought I meant something to you!� I looked at Lonna Spiellmann a second time, �And with her!?! Why I oughta�� I stormed out of the room slamming the door behind me. Once outside I couldn�t stop the tears. I ran blindly down the hallway and crashed into someone. I glanced up, and the concerned expression on my partner�s face just made everything worse. Giving into sobs again, I buried my face in his shirt. Nick�s POV �Ally?� I asked in disbelief. The last time I had witnessed my perky ice dance partner crying was� I couldn�t even remember the last time I�d seen her cry. Yet now, here she was, drowning in tears. What on earth could have happened? Not knowing what else to do, I enfolded her in a tight embrace. I couldn�t think of anything to say as I was otherwise occupied keeping certain thoughts out of my head. I had harboured a secret crush on Ally for years. She was happy with Colin however, so I�d never said anything. Now, holding her, I was reminded of all the feelings I had locked away. I�d been in this situation before. I was always close to Ally on the ice but there I could always pretend my feelings were part of the choreography. I could even fool myself. Now, it was a completely different story. I had to comfort her as a friend when I wanted to be so much more. I was beginning to get very frazzled when Jenny O�Neal and her pairs partner, Mathieu Leblanc, walked by. Jenny, seeing Ally in my arms, raised an eyebrow. �Help!� I mouthed to her over Ally�s head, �You have GOT to do something!� Jenny put a hand on Ally�s shoulder. �What�s going on here?� she asked, �Is Ally alright?� Of course she�s not alright! She�s been wailing into my shirt for the past fifteen minutes! I managed to stay calm. �Something�s wrong but she won�t tell me what. And she won�t stop crying! I don�t know what to do! Could you�?� I didn�t need to say anything else. Jenny took the sobbing Ally from me, leading her down the hall a little ways. I couldn�t tell what was said, but a few minutes later they came back towards us. Obviously, the attempt had failed. �I don�t know. I can�t do anything when she�s like this!� Jenny whined when they got closer, �She�s not responding to anything I say. I give up!� �You can�t give up!� �She�s your partner, you deal with it! Besides, Matt and I are already late for dinner.� They walked away. We were alone again. We were still standing in the middle of the hallway with Ally clinging and crying into my shoulder, The sound of footsteps echoed down the hall. Not wanting the press to see Ally, or myself for that matter, in this situation I guided her to her room, placed her on the bed and handed her a glass of water and some tissues. Doing my best to wring the tears out of my shirt, I joined her on the bed. �Now, do you want to tell me what�s wrong?� Ally leaned her head against my shoulder again, weeping silently, and this time I wrapped an arm around her. She was so warm, despite being kind of damp. I felt I could spend eternity holding her and never get bored.
