Chapter Twenty-One
The excuse that Mia should spend time with her brother has rolled off my tongue more than it should in the past week. I’ve been on the halfpipe every moment I could, practicing because I have to nail these Winter Classics. I need to show Mia and everyone else in the Salter family, I am the best there is. I’m not second best.
“You need to calm the f**k down. You’re going to injure yourself.” Beckett sits next to me at the restaurant, giving me unwanted advice.
“I’m fine. Going out with you tonight. Thinking about training with you on slope style, practicing my tricks in the big air.”
“Um...no.” He flags the waitress down.
“Why not?”
“Because you’re about to kill yourself. Relax, we have a week and a half before the competition starts, just master what you’re already
