Then it’s Ash’s turn and his run is flawless. Fucking flawless. He doesn’t pull a 1440, but his 1260s are perfect and he slides right past Gage into first.
Then it’s my turn. The pressure isn’t totally on yet. I have one more run in case I fuck this one up—we all do—but I want to nail it so bad I can taste it. I scan the crowd in the stands, find Ophelia’s silly pink-and-purple-striped hat.
That little glimpse is all I need, the extra bit of reassurance that settles nerves I never knew I had and gets me down to business. I shove off and jump onto the top of the dumpster they’ve got set up for us to ride. I spin off that, hit the ramp into a solid double back rodeo. The landing’s perfect, and I coast backward down two sets of rails, adding in a little flip at the bottom of the second one for the hell of it.
I can hear the crowd cheering, but I can barely hear it above the adrenaline rush. I’ve got this. I can feel it in my fucking boots. I’ve got this.
I hit the second ramp, pull off a nice little triple cork 1260 for my girl, do another rail, and push my speed as I head into the big ramp that marks the end of the run. I hit it hard, grab decent air, and that’s when I bust out with the YOLO flip. For a second, just a second, I think I’m not going to land it. That this has all been a dream and I’m going to fuck it up like I’ve fucked up so many other things.
But then Ophelia’s face flashes in front of me, her eyes shining a bright, bright emerald, and I know that it’s all real. That it’s all good.
I land like a dream, then coast down to the bottom of the hill as the crowd goes crazy.
Ash and Luc are waiting for me at the rope line, and they fucking jump on me the second I’m clear. “Holy shit!” Ash screams. “Holy shit!”
“You did it!” Luc yells. “You fucking did it!”
“The score’s not in yet.” But it doesn’t matter. It’s going to be good. We all know it. I barged that run. I fucking barged it.
Instinctively I turn toward the stands, searching for Ophelia. She and Cam are battling their way through the crowd trying to get to me. The commentators are saying something, but all I can hear is my girl screaming my name.
She gets to me just as the score is announced. It’s perfect. A perfect fucking score.
I won.
Holy shit. I won. Everyone has one more shot, but there hasn’t been another perfect score this whole competition. I fucking won this shit.
The crowd is going nuts, and so are we—Luc and Ash, Cam and Ophelia. I try to maintain just a little bit of swagger, but it’s no use. I can’t stop smiling. I don’t think I’m fooling anybody, and you know what? For the first time, I don’t care. Nothing has ever felt this good.
My girl is in my arms.
My friends are all around me.
And there is a perfect fucking score on that board up there.
If I never have another day like this, it’ll be okay. Because I have this moment and that’s everything.
My phone rings, but I ignore it. Nothing and no one is as important as right now.
“We’ve got to go,” Luc says after a couple of minutes, when my phone rings a second time. “We’ve got to get back up there before we’re all DQ’d.”
“I know, I know,” I tell him, then lean down and kiss Ophelia one more time.
“Thank you,” I whisper against her lips. “Thank you for giving me this.”
She shakes her head and cups my face in her hands as tears roll down her face. Before she can say anything, though, Ash grabs me by the collar and pulls me toward the lift. “Later,” I mouth to her.
She nods, her smile so big and bright that I’m nearly blinded by it.
We’re almost at the magic carpet when Ash’s phone rings. “It’s probably Mitch,” he says as he reaches for it. “Wanting to congratulate you since you won’t answer your phone.”
But he looks confused when he sees the number.
“Who is it?” I ask, suddenly feeling uneasy, though I don’t know why.
He shrugs. “I don’t know.”
“Don’t answer. If it’s important, they’ll call back.”
But it’s too late. He’s already dragging the phone open. “Hello?”
He doesn’t say anything else for long seconds, but his face slowly drains of color.
“Ash? Man? What’s wrong?”
Luc crowds in, too, looking as worried as I feel.
He doesn’t answer, but the phone slips from his grasp and hits the ground, hard. Seconds later he does the same thing.
“What the fuck?” I glance at Luc, but he’s as baffled as I am.
“Ash?” I say again as I crouch down next to him. “What’s wrong?”
“My family,” he croaks.
“What?”
“Accident on the way up here. Logan’s in surgery and my mom and dad … My mom and dad are dead.”