Give me love ( a yuzuru hanyu fanfic) UNDER MAJOR EDITING

Consistently getting screwed over

A/N: Some deep shit is about to go down homies! Also thank you to the 5 people that consistently comment, vote, and read my mediocre fanfic, I appreciate it.

Now my life is a rollercoaster of pure bullshit, you know that already. But never in my life did I think the world would do me like this. Like yeah I get that my life is a shitshow but this the extent of it.

At practice the next morning, the three of us head into the rink bright and early, like 6:00 a.m early, like so damn early we have to wait 2 hours before practice starts.

The plan WAS to come early and investigate before Jordan came to the rink like he normally does, but like I said; the world clearly isn't on my side.

"Ok we walk in there and you stand in the middle of us alright Charlie?" Javi directs pointing to me in the backseat of the car

"Ok got it, but why am I in the backseat again?" I ask what was on my mind

"Because you're the baby of the group Charlie-san!" Yuzu says excitedly, turning around to pinch my cheek

"Listen you two, I know you love each other but this is some serious shit!" Javi announces as he accidentally pounds his fist on the horn, sending a blare of noise onto the streets

The three of us jump at the sound, looking at the other drivers as they send off a glare in our direction.

"So we walk in, me in the middle, then what?" I ask ignoring what he said about Yuzu and I

"We ignore him" Javi simply states

"That's it?", Yuzu asks, "We ignore the guy? How's that gonna help! Oh I got it we glare him to death!"

I know this is a serious situation, but I can't help but laugh at the sarcasm in Yuzu's voice.

"Yuzu, you spend so much time with Charlie that you're beginning to sound like her" Javi says as he rolls his eyes

"Guys, remember it's only 6:00 a.m, practice doesn't start until 8. What are the chances of him being here?" I ask

"That's true enough chicken," Javi says

We arrive at the Cricket Club and park the car in the empty lot.

"You got the plan right?" Javi says as he pulls our bags out of the trunk

"Sure, I mean if you call that a plan," Yuzu says grabbing his duffle bag from Javi's hands

Before walking into the club, the three of us assemble into Javi's master plan. The order goes Yuzu, me, Javi. Into the rink, we go.

We walk in with pure confidence, but all of that is washed away when we see him standing where he always does...by the viewing window.

What kind of fresh hell is this?

The three of us head into the foyer, the goal? Making it to the rink without him seeing us.

We're literally five steps from the door and Jordan is looking down at his phone. A voice in my head is telling me to sprint and gun for the door, but another part of me knows not to mess with Javi's "master plan"

My hand touches the door and before we can all make it into the rink we hear-

"Hello, Ms. Akagi. I hope you have a good practice"

FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!

"Thanks, Jordan, bye!" I say in a panic before entering the rink

The boys smile quickly in his direction before we walk into the rink.

When we're finally out of his peripheral vision, we gun it to the janitor's closest.

That's right, this is our hiding place, a damn closest.

Best assassins ever right?

"Charlie, I told you to stick to the plan!" Javi shouts

"I did! Well, kind of.."

"Your plan was lame anyways Javi" Yuzu mumbles

"It was pure genius ok?" Javi accuses

"Ok, what's ignoring gonna do, huh?" I shoot back

"Oh, defending your boyfriend huh?" Javi says giving me a spiteful look

"For the last time, we're not dating!" I yell

"Stop blaming her Javi" Yuzu adds

"Oh, protecting your girlfriend?"

"Why are your comebacks from the fourth grade Javi!?"

"Maybe you should've stuck with the plan then"

"How many times do I have to say the plan sucked"

"Then you should've made a better plan!"

As the three of us continue to bicker, the door to the closet opens up.

"I couldn't think of anythin-"

"Sorry, can I get the broom please?" A lady in her forties, most likely the janitor asks. She looks surprised to see three people in the closet yelling at each other but hey? I'd rather have that be the shock of my life than having a member of Italian mafia, stalk me

Javi grabs the broom and shoves it in her hand before slamming the door in her face, and the three of us continue on with our fighting.

A/N: SORRY NOTHING COOL HAPPENED IN THIS CHAPTER, I LIED IN THE UPPER AUTHOR'S NOTE! I'M STILL DEVELOPING IDEAS SORRY SORRY SORRY