"I'm not really good at this," I admitted when Ian motioned for me to go follow him.
"Give me your hand," He says, handing out his hand for me to hold.
I take his hand and enter the ice skating rink.
"I think you can do it alone now," Ian says, after about half an hour of skating, letting go of my hand.
NO, I CANNOT!
Nevertheless, I decided to try and prepared myself to start skating but just as I was about to move forward though, I almost slipped but thankfully Ian held my waist just in time.
I laugh at my clumsiness.
"I'm not good in anything," I mutter but not loud enough for him to hear me.
"So..um, is that Chase guy your ex-boyfriend or something?" Ian suddenly asks.
"No. Why? What did he tell you?"
"Something about staying away from you," he answers.
I groan mentally. I'l
