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Chase Atlantic PT 1

In a nutshell ୭౿alysa liu & fem reader - In which the girl you figure skated with all your life and childhood best friend suddenly returns from retirement after no contact. You’re angry. Rightfully so. All your hard work, just out the drain when the cameras turn to her. But even after the waiting…the hatred, there was something deeper waiting to be acknowledged.

1544 words; angst+swearing!

Author’s note 𓏲ꪆ hellooo! this is my first ever fanfic so please take this lightly. I’m open to new friends and interactions + there will be a tag list below(comment if you’d like to be put on it) enjoy!!

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“Again.” The pressure in the air hits you as you come down. “Again!” The words echo like a pen dropping in a silent room. And one minute you’re in the air, flying the next, and then lying on your ass the last ticking second. This time, there was no getting up, you just sat there.

A muffled voice caught your attention as your gaze finally focused above you with furrowed brows. “Hey, you feeling okay?” With a gentle nod, you took amber’s hand that was stretched out as you slowly stood up on your blades, catching the way your coach looked at you.

One triple axel. One tiny mistake that could cost you an Olympic medal and what felt like your future. Anyone with eyes could see you weren’t there, mentally, at least. But only one person knew why that was and it happened to be you.

Alysa. The practices, the hangouts with team USA, and even your mind was a jumbled mess because she was always there, constantly and it felt like suffocating.

Later that day, you were back in the rink. It was easier when you were alone with your thoughts. Just you and the ice.

With slow steps, you started free skating with ease. And in no time, your skates felt light like you were on water. No Olympic pressure, no press or media media, and no thoughts of her.

Okay well maybe some.

As you continued the graceful movements, a voice cut through your thoughts. A familiar one. Still skating but now with sharpened glides, your gaze tracked the voice and your movements almost instantly faltered when you saw her.

That small grin with the metal piercing displayed against her gums.

“Alysa.” Your voice is steady, shielding the irritation that was starting to surface and something else entirely that made your heartbeat heavy, drowning.

You continue to move across the ice despite slowing down in the slightest. Alysa smoothly trailed beside you with her head angled to the side in the slightest.

The tension in your shoulders evident.

“You look tired.

” Her tone is blunt and airy like it was supposed to be a joke but it didn’t land in the slightest.

“Thanks.”

She instantly peeped the flatness in your voice and the way your gaze was still ahead.

Silence passed over the two of you as your skates grew heavier on the ice and movements became sharper.

Her gaze beside you was piercing as she spoke again but this time, softer, faint but there. Only something you were able to detect.

“Y’know we haven’t really did anything together personally since we’ve been in Milano. Nothing with just us.”

Your eyes met for the tiniest second but it didn’t last more than two seconds before you looked away and shrugged it off with a tiny breath.

“Well we’re here for the Olympics so yeah. Besides, shouldn’t you be training just as hard as the rest of us or does everything just come naturally to you?”

You could hear the instant scoff mixed in with a light, airy laugh. That was Alysa, after casually saying the bitchiest thing you could think of, she was aware but still found a way to find humor in it.

“Sorry, long day.”

It was such a bullshit excuse but even when being irritated, just looking at her face made something deep, deep in your stomach twist and for once you couldn’t tell what that feeling was.

‘You’re good, I get it.” She nodded with that same gentle but casual tone, eyes studying you carefully like she was trying to figure out something.

Later that night, Amber invited you, isabeau, and Alysa to just hang out in her room and talk since it was one of our first nights in the Olympic village and nerves were high.

Your footsteps approached amber’s room around 9pm.

Truthfully, showing up at all felt like a humiliation ritual. You’ve always been close with isabeau and recently formed a good relationship with amber so there was no need to feel anxious about a casual hangout right?

Lies. You shook your head and dragged your ass here because letting Alysa liu affect your fun was a big no no.

The door opened to reveal amber and isabeau in casual sweats and a relaxed state on amber’s bed. No makeup or paparazzi , just the warm atmosphere.

When you walked inside completely, there were sour cream & onion chips as well as candy wrappers on the bed next to them.

Your gaze scanned the room, you had noticed it was similar to yours and had nice decor with amber’s Olympic jacket thrown across the couch.

That’s when you felt it, that same feeling in your stomach when you looked over to your left where you caught Alysa’s gaze.

She was leaning against the wall with a big ass shirt that read, “rad dad”.

Her lips parted in the slightest like she was just laughing at something isabeau said and her hair resembling a racoon in the slightest given how fluffy it currently was.

You could’ve sworn you saw her eyes slowly and subconsciously flicker down your face, past your nose.

But you quickly snapped out of that state when she spoke up with a steady voice and her gaze lingering across your face with soft arched brows.

“Hey.”

The subtle tension underneath the small greeting was like an elephant in the room as amber instantly interfered by also greeting you with a warm smile and gesturing to sit wherever.

An hour had already passed by of you guys just snacking, talking and watching jujustu kaisen which isabeau had no clue in the world about what was going on. Her reactions were

almost peak comedy if you weren’t paying attention to the way Alysa kept studying you and the distance between you guys.

That distance was dissolved the moment the other two left to go find isabeau’s headphones that she had complained about all night.

My gaze lingered on the iPad in front of us, JJK still playing in the distance but I couldn’t focus because it was like every pent up emotion was resurfacing.

Alysa got up quietly, just leaning her head against the wall however you couldn’t help but glance up instantly catching her gaze.

It stayed like that for a good five seconds before your eyes averted and she instantly spoke up, sounding almost tired. “What is it?”

Your gaze flickered back to hers, brows furrowing,“excuse me?”

A beat.

“What’s going on between us?”

”Nothing”

”You’re lying”

”I’m not, alysa”

”Yes, you are. You can’t even look me in the eyes when you talk. Why the hell are you shutting me out?”

That was it. What it really was. There was a more raw look in her eyes, almost desperate to understand.

The words wouldn't come out of your mouth as she wasted no time to fill the silence.

“You’ve been avoiding me. Ignoring my messages and ignoring me when we’re in the same room.”

“…And the worst part is that I can’t even tell what you’re feeling.”

Without even thinking, you let out a harsh scoff.

“That’s bullshit. ”

Her brows raised in the slightest.

“Bullshit? Please enlighten me.”

The annoyance started to creep into your voice as you spoke, trying to keep your tone leveled.

”You come back after you decide to randomly retire and act like everything is okay. The gifts, the interviews, and now the Olympics!”

Her hands flexed against her pants, as she shook her head, taking in the bitterness of your words

“So this is what all of this is about? I’m finally in the right mental state and able to compete with my best friend of years and all I’m getting from this is that you’re upset over me getting attention?”

You’re already standing up before you could stop yourself, brows knitting together and tone no longer leveled, just filled with anger and vulnerability as you paced.

“I’m upset that you never contacted me! I’m upset that you left me alone! I’m upset that you're just back and expect everything to be fine between us when it’s not. ”

Your voice breaks slightly at the end as the other girl’s brows furrowed, her cheeks hollowing out and that look…

She stepped away from the wall, moving slowly but you noticed it instantly but you spoke again, this time quieter like it was suffocating.

“I’m so fucking envious of you that I can’t breathe. You don’t even know what I went through or how hard it was and now you just show up? I’m so pissed at you but I just can’t-“

The way your voice broke off breathlessly was the only air in the room right now.

Alysa spoke, slowly like she was hesitating.

“I missed you so fucking much”

There was barely any room between the two of you, your breath growing uneven from adrenaline…?

And then you caught it again, the way her gaze dropped to your lips.

Your stomach doing the same exact flip it did earlier but it wasn’t from irritation or nerves. Your voice cut through the silence.

“It’s like everywhere I turn, you’re there. A reminder that you’re actually here and I…I can’t take that, alysa”

Then, your gazes met once again but this time, there was a more desperate, longing look in her eyes like she had everything to say at once but couldn’t figure out where to start.

Your breathing almost stopped completely when her hand slowly lifted like she was moving hair from your cheek but it lingered on your jaw for a moment.

The same way it did right before competitions and right after she’d get first place and you, second place on the podium to her left just taking in how her smile would beam, pride taking over her expression at the ripe age of 13 as she stood tall on the podium.

With her hand lingering on your cheek, and your lips almost brushing against her cheek, your voice came out almost breathless, and confused. You hated her. The way everything was easy for her. The way she just smiled and brushed off a win. The way she never cared to even message you after giving up the sport.

“Alysa”

The space between your faces was closing, slowly and hesitating but enough to be aware of.

Her gaze was carefully trained on your lips before eye contact was once shared between you two again. But this-it was different, unfamiliar and didn’t feel like loathing.

To be continued…

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