Their hate started too young.

For two children, they couldn't have been any more different. The older boy bumped into the smaller boy by accident. The smaller boy yelled "HEY!" and next time he walked by, the younger boy tried to trip him up.

The older boy even tried at a point to sit with him during a break, try talking to him, "I think we got off on the wrong foot. I'm Otabek. What is your name?"

The younger boy would glare at him, "Go away! You are no good at ballet." He would tease him whenever he couldn't do anything in class the other children could. The older boy would pull his hair or push him, whenever he teased him about falling or not being able to put his leg on the barre. The younger one would cry and run to the teacher. The teacher would separate them, then finally had to sit them both down to talk. She couldn't get anything out of the boys other than them saying they hated one another.

The older boy left a week later. Never returning.

"What are you staring at asshole?" Yuri yelled out in the hotel lobby. Some douche bag was just staring at him as he was yelling at JJ and his fiancé. She really was the ugliest woman he had ever met. He had no clue how the hell she managed to be with such a pompous ass as JJ.

Oh Yuri knew exactly 'who' that asshole was. He knew all too well. He would see him at the competitions while he was in the Junior Division, Otabek Altin, in the senior division by that point. Yuri would finally skate against Otabek, he would finally show that asshole exactly who had been fucking with the last few years. Otabek would still bump into Yuri and pull his hair. Always laughing about it when Yuri would tell him to 'fuck off'.

One year earlier…

Yuri was coming out the locker room, ready to head to the arena, he could hear the crowds and music blaring. It was almost his time to go skate and win this. He already knew he would win, none of the other skaters in the Junior division could do what he could. He could do quads, but stuck to triples. For one, he told Victor he would so he could get a routine, and that alone was enough to make him listen to Yakov. So to hell with them all. He would go and skate with those weak ass doubles and triples and win.

He carried around a stuffed cat; it was a good luck charm from his Grandpa. His Grandpa knew how much he missed all the cats at home, he could only bring one with him when he moved to Saint Petersburg. So he always gave Yuri a big plush soft cat at the end of big competitions, whether he won or lost. He really looked forward to that- the piroshkis as well. He always carried with him the first one his Grandpa had shown up with. It was old and worn, it was his favorite. Yuri slept with that one every night, it smelt of home and Grandpa.

He knew his Grandpa couldn't fly out to this, but he knew Grandpa would be home watching him and would call him that night to congratulate him. As he was listening to music in the arena and cheering going on, someone bumped into him, making him drop his stuffed cat, stumbling to the ground. "What the hell?" he called out.

There he was, Otabek Altin, reaching down picking up his stuffed cat, snickering, he looked at it. Tossing it back to Yuri he said, "Cute Pussy. Suits you." and walks off. No apology for knocking him over, or even offering to help him up. Yuri could feel the anger rising. He blood was boiling. "FUCK YOU ALTIN!" he yelled back at him. Otabek keeping his back to him, lifted his arm giving him the finger. In Yuri's rage, he did not realize he was clutching his stuffed cat so hard, and ripped its head off. Looking down, his rage was gone. He picked up the pieces of his stuffed animal, raced back to the locker room, trying not to let anyone see him cry.

Victor found him at the last minute, he was clutching his stuffed animals with tears down his face. "Yuri! You are gonna miss your skate." Then he saw, that beloved stuffed cat of Yuri's with it's head ripped off and Yuri crying. Sometimes he forgot just how young Yuri was. Going over to him, he gently put his arm around him, "Hey, hey! Oh Yuri, this is nothing a little needle and thread can't fix!"

"But I can't skate without him!"

"Bring him out still. Here, let me hold him safe for you ok? Then tonight we will stitch him up ok?"

Yuri sniffling, finally nodded and followed Victor out. Yuri made it to the ice at the last minute to do his routine. He skated,not nearly his best, he landed his jumps, his steps sloppy, he still won gold. His mind was raging at Otabek, and his torn stuffed animal. When he looked up at the end, he saw Victor holding both pieces clapping. He just wanted to get out of there.

That night, Victor was good to his promise. They sat in Victor's room and he stitched up his animal. Handing it back to him, Yuri hugged it tightly and thanked Victor. "Hey Yuri, we got the banquet in an hour, grab some food and I'll see you down there, yes?" Nodding, Yuri ran back to his room to call his Grandpa.

The banquet was boring as ever. Sponsors, people congratulating him, and he wasn't even allowed to drink. What the hell was he to do? He didn't like anyone there, not that he had any real friends. So he sat at table flipping through social media. Taking a selfie with his tongue out and a disgusted look he posted it on Instagram.

Next thing he knows he is being dragged by his arm to the dance floor. It was that Japanese skater that kept falling on his ass, the one crying in the bathroom. What a loser. He had long forgotten he was just doing the same thing hours earlier, but his was over different reasons, not because he fell. "What the hell?!"

"Dance off!" he heard him slur at him.

Dance off? Why the hell would he think this was happening. Why the hell was he dragging him, Yuri, of all people out there!?

And happen it did. Next thing he knew he was getting his ass kicked by this shitty skater. How come this loser couldn't show this on the ice? At one point Yuri just stood there watching him. This was not the same guy he saw falling and failing every jump.

Once the stripper pole and clothes started coming off, he was calling it a night. 'This' he did not need to see! Swiping the pack of smokes off Yakov when he was yelling at Victor for taking part in the drunken dancing, he snuck out the back outside. The cold air hit him and he pulled his jacket tighter around him. Lighting a cigarette, he leans against the building.

After a drag someone takes his cigarette, taking a long drag himself, he was hidden in the shadows, "Children shouldn't smoke." Yuri knew that voice all too well. Growling he pulled out another one and lit it up.

"The fuck you care?"

"Such a mouth on such a young lady." Stepping out the shadow, Otabek was holding the cigarette to his mouth taking another drag.

"Leave me alone Altin." He was trying to get his hard edge back. Otabek really knew how to piss him off. Locking eyes, he kept that glare going as he took another drag.

"Since when did you smoke? Aren't you all of 12?"

"Are you a fucking stalker or something? I am almost 15, asshole."

"Again, such a mouth. Your mother should discipline you more."

Growling, Yuri flicked his lit cigarette at Otabek. Otabek didn't know Yuri's mother wasn't in his life, hadn't been for years and this hit Yuri deep. "Fuck. You. Altin."

Chuckling, Otabek swatted the lit butt away before it actually hit him. "Maybe your parents should send you to finishing school. Isn't that where they send little girls who don't know how to behave?"

That rage was back, Yuri lunged, catching Otabek by his middle and knocking Otabek against the wall. He heard an "oomph" as he hit it hard. Taking his right hand, he balled his fist and punched into Otabek's side. Otabek being taller and bigger than him, kicked his feet from under him. Yuri landed hard on his ass.

Otabek walked over to him, taking the pack of cigarettes out his top shirt pocket, "Watch your step kid." Yuri jumped back up and went to lunge at Otabek, Otabek turned, grabbing him by his shoulders, slammed his back against the building. "Look kid, I am not here to start a fight with you, ok? Now calm the hell down."

"Fuck you Altin!"

Letting go of Yuri's shoulders, Otabek shook his head, "You really need to expand your vocabulary. Very unbecoming of a young lady."

"What the fuck is your problem with me Altin?" Yuri spit at him. The red was behind his eyes, the rage peaked at this point. His pulse pounded in his ears and he was sure Otabek could hear his heart slamming in his chest.

"My problem with you? I was going to ask you the same thing."

Both boys stood there, in the shadows of the building, staring the other down. Yuri reached up and punched Otabek right in the side of his face. Otabek stumbled back, grabbing his face. Startled that Yuri had actually punched him in the face.

Yuri was breathing hard against the wall, Otabek walked up to Yuri, opened his hand and landed it hard across his cheek. The only sound outside the building, other than cars going down the street near them, was Otabek's hand across Yuri's cheek.

Yuri was in shock. No one had ever slapped him before, let alone raise a hand to him. And damn did that hurt! His hand went immediately up to his cheek. He could feel tears betraying him. "I fucking hate you Altin!" He ran off back into the building before the tears left his eyes, running down his face.

Otabek shaking his head, leans back up against the building, pulling out another cigarette and lighting it. Rubbing his face where the punch landed, feeling the pain in his side as well. Taking a long drag he could feel the sting in his hand where it landed on Yuri's face. "Damn kid." he said to himself, forgetting he was practically still one.

Yuri was running, the screaming was still behind him. He could not get away fast enough. Turning down an alley, he tucked into a doorway, hiding. He could hear the screaming getting closer. Yuri tried to steady his breathing and calm down. They were just his fans, but damn, that was a lot of them at once.

Hearing a motorcycle off the road turn into the alleyway, Yuri looks up, Otabek Altin. Groaning he tucks harder into this hiding spot. Otabek cocks an eyebrow at Yuri, "You know, if we were friends, I could help you." Then looking up, hearing the girl's squeals getting closer and louder yells out, "Yuri's Angels! He is RIGHT HERE!" Calling them over to Yuri. Smiling, Otabek revs his engine and takes off down the alleyway.

The girls are on him in an instant. They are hugging, trying to get selfies, they are pulling at his jacket and his arms. Yuri is ok with a handful of his angels at him, but this many caused him to panic. His jacket got torn at the arm and while he was trying to get away, he stepped on a discarded bottle, slipping and falling. He fell hard on his hip, but that was not what hurt. It was his ankle. The angels realizing he fell, backed up a few paces. Sure enough he was sitting there holding his ankle, tears welling up his eyes. One of his angels came forward, "Are you Ok Yuri?" she knelt down next to him touching his shoulder lightly.

"Do I look ok?!" He snapped back.

"What can I do to help?" she asked.

"You all can piss of!" His voice was starting to shake and crack and he really wish they would go away so he could check his ankle and call someone. His angels started to scatter, and he was left in the alley, torn jacket, sitting on the dirty ground trying to get in touch with someone. Of course Victor wasn't picking up, neither was Yakov, or Lilia. On a final whim, Mila finally picked up.

"Yuri! Hello!"

"Mila, I need help." He went and explained what had happen. He was afraid to take his shoe off, knowing it was going to be bad. He waited, resting his back up against the building. His hip was sore as well. Looking down at his jacket, shaking his head, he got enraged and mad. Did Otabek really just leave him to the screaming fans? Did he really mock him, then call them all over and take off?

It took twenty minutes but Mila had shown up, easily scooped Yuri up, get him into the car and back to the hotel. She took him back to his room and they inspected his ankle. It was purple and swollen.

"Yuri, what happen?"

"Altin."

"HE did this to you?!" Mila went to get her phone, calling Yakov, "Yakov! Yuri was attacked! Come to his room!"

"No NO NO! Mila NO! I was NOT attacked! Well yeah… I mean I was… but…." Yuri started to stammer as Mila took his ripped jacket and tossed it over to the corner. Yakov came busting in the room.

"What the hell do you mean Yuri was attacked!" He looked over and seeing Yuri disheveled and foot propped up. "WHO DID THIS!?"

"Otabek Altin!" Mila told him.

Yakov went storming out the room, yelling into his phone.

"No! YAKOV!" Yuri tries to stand up and falls over, Mila catching him.

"Yuri, sit back down, prop your foot up, I'll go get you ice."

"Mila… I need…" She was already out of the room running down the hallway getting him ice. Ah, to hell with it.

He could hear Yakov outside his room screaming into his phone. He was guessing he was calling Otabek's coach. Mila had returned now, wrapping ice in a towel she sat on his bed, propped his foot in her lap, putting ice on the ankle and gently rubbing his knee. Leaning back on his pillows he felt the soreness in his hip as well. All Yuri could think was how they had to get his ankle better in two days. He had to skate dammit!

Few minutes later, Yakov, Otabek and another man came in. Yuri figured this was his coach. Yakov is yelling as is the other man. Otabek is standing by the corner of the room not looking at anyone, trying to make himself as small as possible. Mila removes Yuri's ankle from her lap and goes over to Yakov and the other man pushing them outside to yell at one another. Yakov pulls out his phone and starts making calls as the other man continues to hollar at him.

Finally Otabek looks up from the corner and to Yuri, "Are you really saying I attacked you?"

"I never said you attacked me, I said you did this."

Running his hands through his hair, Otabek's face goes hard, "You need to clear this up Yuri! Do you know what will happen if you tell them I attacked you?"

"But you did! This is all YOUR fault Altin!" Yuri spits out. Otabek crosses the room and gets right in Yuri's face.

"I did not touch you! TELL THEM THIS NOW YURI!" Otabek had his fist clenched at his side and was yelling.

Mila, Yakov and the other man came running in at the sound of Otabek yelling. The man took a hold of Otabek by his shoulders and Mila jumped in front of Yuri. Yakov stood between the boys. Otabek is thrashing around at this point yelling, "TELL THEM THE TRUTH YURI! DAMMIT I DID NOT ATTACK YOU!" Otabek wouldn't stop yelling at this point. His coach got him to sit in a chair on the other side of the room and started talking, Yuri couldn't understand him. What ever he was saying to Otabek was making him quit yelling. Otabek was sitting with his head in his hands, shoulders shaking. Yuri almost felt sorry for him, but the pain in his hip and ankle reminded him otherwise.

Yakov stepped forward again, "Now what the hell was that? You are going to attack Yuri in front of all of us?" Yakov's face is red and Mila has crawled on the bed and has cradled Yuri in her arms, rubbing his shoulder. Yuri was not sure to make of all the chaos going on in his room. He had already been through enough madness once today. Yuri just sat quietly, watching Yakov and the other man talk between them. Otabek was not looking up. His shoulders kept shaking.

Few minutes later, two men in uniform came into the room as well. Yuri's eyes went large. Why are the cops here? They tell Yuri and Yakov to stay put and take Otabek and the man outside the room to talk. Yakov starts pacing the room at this point. Mumbling to himself and cursing. Yakov finally went to the bed and looked at Yuri's swollen purple ankle, shaking his head he looked at Yuri, "You stay off of this till further notice! No walking or anything. Mila, go get the crutches they keep down in the hotel storage room. Also bring the medic up here as well. I want his ankle looked at." Mila nods and rushes out the room.

Yakov sat on the edge of the bed and patted Yuri's knee, "We will get to the bottom of this Yuri. I will have him expelled from ever skating again before I am done." Yuri sits back on his pillows closing his eyes.

The cops come back into the room, leaving Otabek and his coach outside, telling them to stay put. "Being that Yuri is a minor and we need to speak to him…"

"I am here and his legal guardian when his grandfather is not around. I have the paperwork as well." Yakov jumped in. The cops nodded. Yuri was glad Yakov insisted on this for all the traveling they do.

The cops started talking and Yuri was only half listening.

"Yuri? We need you to tell us your side of what happen today." One of the cops said.

Yuri took a deep breath and went through everything. Otabek speeding down the alleyway, calling his fans over and leaving him there to be mauled to death. The cops nodded and wrote everything he was saying. When he was done one of the cops looked at him, "So did he lay his hands on you Yuri?"

"Well no, but he still did this!" Yuri spit out.

The cop nodded again, then called Otabek and his coach back in. One of the cops starting talking, "Seeming as Mr. Altin never laid his hands on Mr. Plisetsky, and seeing as it was two kids picking on one another, this was just a very unfortunate accident. Mr. Altin and Mr. Feltman, we will need you to sign the report. Mr. Plisetsky, you will sign next to Mr. Feltman's name as well.." Yakov and Otabek nodded, signing the paper. Yuri sat on his bed, that rage building again.

"So nothing is going to fucking happen to this asshole?" Yuri spits out.

"Yuri language! Be quiet!" Yakov yells back at him.

"Yakov! You see my ankle! HE DID THIS TO ME!" Yuri starts to yell.

Otabek looks at Yuri, rage in both their eyes. "Realy Yuri? You fall and want me taken out of the competition?" Otabek replies.

"You fucking did this to me Altin!"

"You listen right now Yuri! I did not expect you to fall ok? For that I am sorry, but I did NOT do this to you!" Otabek was starting to raise his voice. Otabek's coach took his arm and about drug him out the room.

Yakov had the medic look over Yuri's ankle. The medic saying it was a bad sprain and he needed to stay off of it for two weeks.

"Two weeks! We skate in two days!" Yuri and Yakov both yelled.

"Not for this young man. He can do further damage if he does, and never skate again." The medic left. Yakov shook his head and ordered Yuri to stay put, leaving. Mila had called Victor as Yuri was crying so hard he was making himself sick. No matter what she said he continued crying and throwing up. He was devastated. It was his senior debut! He had already broken the Short Program record and he was planning to for the free skate as well.

Twenty minutes later, Victor and Yuuri came to his room. They had take out containers and sympathetic smiles. Sitting on the bed, all three try to console Yuri.

"Yurio! You are still very young. With your talent you will rule the Grand Prix Finals for years." Victor was trying to find the good in all of this. Even Yuuri told him he would continue another year just to compete against him.

"Yurio, even if I win gold, it won't count because you weren't there to compete against." He sees Yuuri looking serious. Yuri knows they are only trying to help, but his mind is in another place.

Yuri couldn't bring himself to go to the competition. He stayed in his room sulking. He did not even watch it live streaming. Putting on a horror film, Yuri fell asleep crying into his pillow.

Victor came blasting into his room the next day, Yuuri had won gold, but he did not count it as a victory since Yuri did not skate. Finding out Otabek took silver was making his blood boil again. He stopped listening as Victor was telling him how Yuri blasted away his record as well. Yuri's interest peaked again when Victor said he was returning to skating, Yuuri was staying, he wanted to compete against Yuri. Victor was saying how Yuuri would move with them to Saint Petersburg in a month and they would all be able to work together.

Yuri stopped listening again. His hip was hurting, he needed to move. Trying to get off the bed, Yuuri rushed over to help him up, handing him the crutches. "Thanks." he muttered taking himself to the bathroom. Victor never did stop talking, he had turned the conversation to Yuuri at this point.

In the bathroom now, Victor was still talking, but muffled now due to the door. Yuri slipped his pants down and looked at the deep purple and green color to his hip. Trying to slip his pants down that one hip further, caused one of the crutches to fall, the noise echoing in the bathroom. He was trying to pick up his crutch as Victor and Yuuri came busting in the bathroom. Here he was, half holding the counter, pants down on one hip and trying to get a crutch with Victor and Yuuri yelling, "Did you fall?" "Are you ok?" Then the silence came.

That bruise, as he was bent over, it went from the side of his hip to his ass cheek. Standing back up, hobbling, he started to pull his shirt down.

"Yurio, what the hell happened?" Victor was demanding and pulling his shirt back up, pulling his pants down.

"Get your hands off me! It happen when I fell ok?"

"Yurio, did the medic see this as well? It looks bad?" Yuuri asked.

"Why the hell does he need to look at my ass cheek piggy? I fell, I got a bruise. I've had worse. Now can one of you two get my other crutch and leave so I can shower?"

"Yurio, you cannot stand on that ankle. Here let me draw you a bath and Yuuri will get you your stuff." Victor went starting the bath water. Yuri leaned against the wall and the one crutch, hitting his head hard on the wall, all he could do was curse Otabek more over all this.

Somehow those two talked him into going to the banquet with them that night. Yuri did not feel like going, perching on his crutches and hearing all the sympathetic chatter. Victor did bring up a valid point, even if Yuri couldn't finish, he proved his worth in his Short Program and Yakov needed him there for the sponsors for the next year. Hobbling to the banquet hall, he went and got himself to a table. Sure enough the first half was nothing but people coming by, rubbing his shoulder, telling what a shame it was, wishing him well…. He tuned them out five minutes into it all.

Mila came over with food for him so he didn't have to figure out how to balance a plate with his crutches. He mumbled a thanks and nibbled on his food. Yakov had started drinking after getting sponsors, he came over to check on Yuri, making sure he was resting his ankle as he was told too. Yuri waved him off as he was getting up on his crutches, stumbling forward Yakov caught him, telling him he needed to go back to his room and rest more.

Yuri was smiling, he swiped the pack of smokes off the old man again. Leaving the banquet hall he slipped out a back door.

Otabek had been watching Yuri all night. He did not feel all that bad over what had happen. Yuri had always been an ass to him, and it was an unfortunate accident. What had made his blood boil, was when Mila slipped next to him, pressing gently against his back and whispered in his ear, "Yuri would have won and you would have choked, your medal is shit Altin." Being as people were all around them and sponsors, he started to shake a little bit and as the cameras turned in their direction, she kissed his cheek hugging him tightly. "Remember that Altin, your medal means nothing."

Otabek was beyond furious, he knew his medal meant nothing as Yuri never got to do his Free Program, but he did not need others telling him this either. Going over to the bar, he got a beer and sat down. Drinking the entire bottle in a few gulps, then got another. "Congratulations Otabek!" Looking over next to him, Yuuri was saddling up to the seat next to him.

"You too." He took a sip.

Yuuri got a drink and turned to look at Otabek. "Otabek, everything ok?"

Otabek nods, sips his beer again. Otabek was surprised that Yuuri seemed actually genuinely concerned. Being as Yuuri was one of Yuri's friends, he figured he would get the same reception Mila had given him, or the glares the rest of the team and their coach sent his way. Rumors went fast around the skating group. Everyone was whispering about it all through the programs and the banquet.

Yuuri took a sip again and said, "Look, I know what everyone is saying Otabek. It will all blow over, ok?" Otabek grunted and drank down his beer. He already knew everyone was thinking he sabotaged the competition and that was the only way he had won silver. Even if pictures from Yuri's Angels on social media showed him driving off and Yuri standing off to the side, people would still whisper. Then the fact Yuri told everyone Otabek did this to him. Grabbing another bottle Otabek slipped out the back door.

Grabbing a pack of cigarettes out his pocket, he lit one up. Staying hidden in the shadows of the building, he knew his coach would scream at him if he caught him smoking. Otabek really didn't smoke, just at stuffy banquets or when he had a drink or two. Looking up he groaned. Yuri was perched as well in the shadows, smoking.

"I see you never kicked the habit." Otabek says to Yuri. Taking a pull from his beer, it was washing his anger away.

"The fuck Altin? I am starting to really believe you are stalking me." Yuri was lighting another cigarette with the end of the one he just finished.

"Are you even old enough to buy these things yet?" Otabek was waving his hand, emphasizing the cigarette.

"The fuck you care? I am almost 16." He was leaning hard to one side on a crutch.

"Look Yuri… about the other day…"

"Don't."

"Don't what? You didn't even know what I was about to say."

"Just don't."

"Let me say this Yuri."

"Fine, but make it fucking quick, then get the hell out of my sight."

Sighing heavily, he tilted his head back to the wall, he knew what he wanted to say, but all the beer he had made his head fuzzy. "I didn't know that would happen OK. I want to compete against you ok?"

"Whatever Altin. Your medal means nothing you know?"

Otabek nodded, he was not happy with his medal. Sure, the other skaters were just as amazing, but he felt this was not a true win.

"No Altin, you don't fucking get it do you?" Yuri had pushed off the wall and was moving closer to him with his crutches. "You took my chance at my senior debut. You fucked it up. Some petty bullshit from when were kids. I fucking hate you, and I will work myself even harder to make sure you never get a gold medal."

Otabek was taken back by this. The nastiness of Yuri's words, the fire behind his eyes, the rage in his voice. Yuri leaned in, "It will be my personal goal to make sure you are always second fucking best. You never could cut it back when we were children, and you damn sure won't now."

Leaning back, Yuri took his crutch and smacked Otabek's feet from under him. If he had not already had four beers he might have held himself up on the wall. He fell right down on his ass, his beer bottle falling, crashing and shattering glass all over.

"You are pathetic Altin, second rate fucking skater. Don't you ever forget that."

Yuri made his way back into the hotel. Otabek just sat on the ground. The pain from fall hurt, but it was his chest that hurt the most. He knew his win was not a win. He knew what happened to Yuri was an accident, but he still blamed himself. He knew everyone inside hated him for it, he hates himself as well. Running his hands through his hair, he brings his knees up and stays in the shadow of the hotel. Hugging his knees, he softly cries into the night. Otabek knew he would have to to work harder and keep his nose clean if he was going to win back the respect of everyone.

Otabek wasn't sure how long he was sitting there crying softly, he heard someone walking towards him, he did not want to look up.

"Otabek?" the thick accent coming down on him. Taking his tear filled eyes, looking up he sees Chris standing there holding a hand out to him. Otabek takes it and stand up, brushing off his suit and getting his pack back out. "May I have one?" Chris ask and he holds out the pack.

They stand in silence for a few drags then Chris finally talks, "I don't blame you, you know?" Otabek says nothing. "You know how we all get Otabek, the skating team, we are a tight family. It will all blow over soon."

"One can only hope." Otabek finally replies.

"Let's go back in, yes? Yuuri is getting wasted, I think Victor is pushing the alcohol down his throat, that means things are about to get good." Chris wagged his eyebrows smiling.

"Thanks, but go on, I'll probably call it a night anyway."

"Ok, well if you change your mind, strip those clothes off and come dance with me." One last wink and Chris flicked his cigarette heading back in.

A few more minutes and Otabek went back in, he stopped by the bar getting another beer and drank it all down quickly, then swiping a bottle of champagne, he slipped out the banquet hall just as Chris and Yuuri started to strip off their jackets and shirts. Shaking his head he makes his way to the elevator, his vision blurry and he is holding the wall so he doesn't fall over.

Making it back to his room, he opens the bottle of champagne and starts to drink from the bottle. Firing up his laptop, going through social media sites and the skating news. Of course, a lot of hate towards him. Otabek continues to drink the bottle down. Reading more and more the hate towards him, puts a heavy weight on his chest. They were comparing him to Tonya Harding. Shaking his head, he slammed his laptop shut. He really hated Yuri Plisetsky and how he made him feel so terrible. Yuri was always better than him than everything, he had to work three times as hard to do what took him no effort to do. Even with his shitty attitude, the fans loved him. He was the 'bad' boy of skating, and now Otabek looked like the bully.

Finishing his bottle, he laid on his bed. Suit still on, not even caring. Head was spinning and all he could think was he needed to prove himself next year. Regardless. He had to beat Yuri Plisetsky.