~Still Yuri's POV~

This would be a lot easier to explain if Mila wasn't repeatedly asking "who is it" without giving me a chance to speak. I swear, I would have punched her if Yakov wasn't here. He's saving your ass now, but don't think you are completely safe forever. My eye was twitching as I threw my ice skates into my bag, ready to leave this place, and Mila, behind.

"Is it really a guy?" That was the last question Mila asked. I was facing away from her, but I can imagine her stupid smirk. I stopped walking. I was so close to killing her. So close. But not close enough. She just gets on my nerves often and I hate it. I wonder how Otabek is... Stupid brain. I can't fall in love and be like Viktor and that fat pig. "Tch, Whatever I'm going home." I said. As I was about to run out of the rink, I see Grandpa talking to Mila. She looks over at me and points. I'm a little scared now, I have to admit. "So Yurochka," Grandpa said. "Mila told me... that you had a crush on a guy." Grandpa continued. I gulped."Mila was lying" I said quickly. Too quickly. Crap."Really? Why don't I believe you?" Grandpa said. I froze not knowing what to say. SHIT. "It isn't like that Grandpa!" I yelled back. "Yeah, yeah I knew you'd say that Yurochka" Grandpa said. I was silent the rest of the way back home. "But grandpa-" "No buts Yuri." Grandpa said. He was silent for a moment, but then spoke again. "Do you really like that person Mila spoke of?"

I just looked out the window, not saying anything. I'm used to the feeling of embarrassment when I fall at competitions, or mess up a special routine, but this was on a whole new level of embarassing. I was not prepared to have a conversation about my sexuality today. I was never planning to have the conversation at all. Up until this week, I never thought much about my feelings towards Otabek. I never had an actual friend, so I wasn't quite sure what it feels like to have one. I just thought these emotions were normal! For fuck's sake, what have I gotten myself in to?

"It's unhealthy to deny what your heart says. If you really do like him them he must be someone really special, because you don't seem to like anyone these days." Grandpa said in a light-hearted tone. I only glaced bak at him for a second before looking out the window again.

"Yeah... He is special..."

The car was silent the rest of the way home until Grandpa spoke up. "Yurochka?" "Yes Grandpa?" I said. "He ever hurts you I'll break his nose" Grandpa said.