After Ben waked me up, I slipped a shirt on, and him and I headed down the stairs. The whole walk down the stairs he was tugging at my hand telling me to hurry up.
“I’m coming,” I told Ben as he continued to tug at my hand we headed to the kitchen.
Once we were in the kitchen, I sat down on the barstool, and my aunt greeted me as Ben climbed up onto the stool next to mine.
“How was your hockey practice yesterday?” Ben asked me.
“Oh yeah, I forgot to ask you about that,” his mom chimed in.
“Sorry I couldn’t wait up for you, I got tired. Mommy was supposed to wake me up if I fell asleep, but she didn’t,” Ben said and looked over at his mom.
“I tried, but you were knocked out,”
Ben just let out a huff at his mom’s comment and then looked back over to me.
“So how was your hockey practice?” my aunt asked me, bringing the topic back to what it originally was.
“It was pretty good, not much of a challenge though,” I said.
“Your dad pushed you to do more challenging things?” she asked.
“Yeah, one or two things threw me off a bit, but besides that most of the practice routine they did is basic training to my dad,” I explained to her.
“So what about your teammates, they being nice? Made any friends?” she asked me as she placed a plate of sausage and eggs in front of both me and Ben.
Ben smiled happily and picked up his fork to dig in, now becoming even less involved in the conversation.
“They’re nice, I don’t know how good of friends I’m going to become with them,” I told her, and her smiled turned into a frown.
“All they talk with me about is England, it seems to be all they’re interested in,” I said.
“That won’t last forever, they are just interested and want to start conversation with you,” she said to me.
“Couldn’t they find another topic to talk with me about? It’s fine once, but it’s all they ask me about,” I told her.
“Harry you’ve only known them for a few days, you have got to give them a chance. They may just be curious of why you moved from the Britain to the American team,”
“They probably think suspiciously of me then,” I said, and picked up my fork to start eating the food I haven’t touched yet.
“Okay maybe one or two of the guys might, but it won’t last forever once they see that you are fully supporting their team,” she told me, and I put of bite of sausage in my mouth instead of answering her.
“Okay, so teammates aren’t going so well, how’s the rink itself?” she asked me.
“It’s nice,” I decided to answer.
“It’s a nice rink huh?” she asked.
“It’s okay,” I shrugged, and she just rolled her eyes at me as she put the left over food she made into a container and then into the fridge.
She used to work at the rink for a side job a few years ago to make extra money, and she just thinks the whole building is just so great.
“One question though,” I said once she came back to the counter.
“Yes, what is it?” she asked.
“What’s up with the feud between some of the figure skaters and my hockey team?” I asked her.
“Oh that, I don’t know a lot about it. I just know that something happened involving Gabrielle, one of the skaters, and the team wasn’t happy about it. They take out a lot of their anger on her and her friend,” she explained to me.
“Well what happened?” I asked.
“Not sure, I just know the rumors that floated around the people involved with the rink. I don’t even know if what I just told you is true,” she said to me.
“I like Gabrielle, she’s nice,” Ben said, bringing himself back into the conversation.
“You know her?” I found myself asking.
“Yeah,” was all he told me, I was thinking about asking him how he knew her, but my aunt soon started talking.
“Have you met her?” she asked.
“Not really, seems nice though,” I said and shrugged.
“I should probably go get ready to head to the rink,” I said before my aunt could say anything else.
I quickly finished off the last of my breakfast and then headed upstairs. Once I was in my room, I went through the suitcases I hadn’t bothered to unpack yet, and the dresser drawers of stuff I had unpacked until I found something to wear. I put on my Nike pants and shirt, and then headed down the hall to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth, and then ran a hand through my hair before turning the light back off and stepping out. I went back to my room for a few more minutes to put my shoes and socks on, and then walked back down stairs.
“Headed out?” my aunt asked once she noticed that I was back downstairs.
“Yeah, thought I get to the rink a little early,” I told her.
“Okay, well have fun,” she told me, and I just nodded as I picked up my hockey bag and headed out to the driveway.
I unlocked my car and got in, throwing my hockey bag onto the passenger seat as I shut the door and put my keys in the car.
As I was driving to the rink, I couldn’t stop thinking about everything that my aunt had told me.
First of all I hadn’t really thought of the guys being suspicious of me until that moment when I said it.
Second of all, I couldn’t stop thinking about what my aunt had told me about Gabrielle. I really wanted to know what happened, but I would feel weird bringing it up to anyone. They may not want to say anything about it, whatever it may be. I eventually turned on the radio in attempt to help me get my mind of all the new things that were currently taking up my thoughts.
Once I arrived at the rink parking lot, I realized that I was about ten minutes earlier than I had expected to be. I went ahead and got out of my car anyway and went inside. There weren’t very many people here from what I saw of the amount of cars in the parking lot, so I thought I would just skate on the community rink for a while until it was time for me and the rest of the hockey team to practice.