I was so glad the week was almost over; it seemed to be lasting forever. I’ve barely made it through each day with how tired I’ve been. I’ve been staying up way later than I needed to texting Harry. He was just a fun person to text, and I’d always feel bad having to end the conversation, so I just didn’t.
I’ve started texting him during the day too, but I realized I have to be careful about that, because I’ve discovered people like to ask me who I’m texting a lot. It’s understandable that they’d want to know since I’m usually not involved in talking to them or whatever because I’m texting, but it still is annoying.
I just tell my dad that I’m texting Bella and all is done with, but Bella isn’t so easy. I’m now usually texting when I’m in her car while she’s ranting about something, and I never really pay attention to her rants anyway, so I might as well occupy myself.
Now she knows that I’m not paying attention to her though, which is fine, because I don’t get to text very long when I’m in her car anyway because Harry has to practice, he just texts me while they’re waiting for the coach to show up. I started by telling Bella that I was just texting my dad, but she didn’t really believe that I was rapidly texting and getting texts back so quick from my dad who was at work.
I eventually just turned my sound and vibrate setting off, and would just try to hide the fact that I was texting; Bella really just listened for the sound of a text anyway.
“Just one more day of practice and then you girls get a day off,” Bella’s mom told us as she was driving me back to my house.
“One day isn’t enough, I can’t wait until next month when they start the renovations,” Bella said,
“We get a few weeks off, and the rinks will be so much better when they’re done,” she said.
I had completely forgotten about the renovation. The manager of the ice skating rink company we go to has signed to get some work done on the private rinks. I guess they’re just going to make them nicer looking, and expanding the sixe of the ice rink to make it more Olympic sized.
Apparently a few people had complained that the private rinks weren’t good enough, and should be better since the people practicing there are basically professionals and Olympians in training. I’d bet so much money though that it was the hockey team.
I don’t know any other people or group of people who practice there that complain about the rink, because it is perfectly fine. Plus most people who skate there hardly know each other, and they wouldn’t make a big renovation just because one person asked. It had to be one group of people all at once, so obviously the hockey guys, and it was probably Zach’s idea.
“Gabrielle are you excited for the renovation?” Bella’s mom asked after noticing my lack of talking.
“Yeah, I guess so,” I shrugged, I hadn’t really thought about the new renovation.
Just that it was probably a waste, but that it is going to be nice to get a couple weeks off, even though my dad will probably lose it. Who knows maybe the rink will be even better and it’ll be worth it. “So Gabi do you want to go back to the outlets this weekend when we don’t have to go to practice?” Bella asked me.
“Yeah, sounds fun,” I said,
“Still hoping that the jacket will still be there?” I asked her.
“Yes!” she quickly said,
“They have to have it, they didn’t have it on the website. Well they did, but it was one of those limited time jackets, and they’re already sold out of my size online,” she said.
“If they’re sold out online, then my guess is that jacket is already gone from the store,” I told her.
“You don’t know that, maybe it’s still there, and the people who saw it there are people who didn’t want it,” she said, fully believing what she was telling me.
“Okay then,” I said.
Bella always has crazy expectations when it comes to clothes and shopping. Bella and I made our plans for what time she was going to come pick me up so we could head to the outlets.
“You really do need to get your own car, I’m sorry but I’m tired of always having to pick you up when we go shopping,” Bella told me.
“Mind telling my dad that?” I leaned my arm against the window seal,
“He claims he hasn’t had the time to even find a place to go to buy one, so there is know way he even knows the budget I’m going to have, and what type of cars he might want me to consider,” I said.
“Well, whatever then I guess,” she said.
We soon arrived back at my house, and I did as I always do, and said bye to both of them before getting out of the car. When I got inside my house, and got changed and put my bag up.
Once I finished all that, I went to get my laptop since I knew I probably had to check what homework assignments I had since I’ve been putting off checking pretty much all week.
I got myself settled at my usual place at the kitchen island, and opened up my laptop. While I was waiting for it to turn on, I picked up my phone and saw that I had a new text from Harry that he sent a few hours ago. I knew he was probably still in practice, so I decided just to wait until his practice was over.
I didn’t want to seem so needy that I needed to text him back as soon as I had received the text. I waited until I knew his practice was probably over, I wasn’t sure if it was now the time his practice was over or not, I was just guessing because it’s the time it was over when my dad was assistant coach, but I knew it really didn’t matter.
After a few minutes passed, and I was working on the science homework I’d discovered that I had, I heard my phone vibrate. I picked it up to see that Harry had texted me back.
I answered his question of what I was doing by telling him I was doing homework, and then set my phone back down to continue.
I looked up at the clock, and saw that almost ten minutes had passed since I had texted Harry. He probably just got caught up with something I assured myself. Maybe he thought he shouldn’t text me anymore right now because I was working on homework.
I thought about texting up again saying that he really wasn’t preventing me from finishing my homework. I decided against it though because he probably did get caught up in something, and I felt I would sound to desperate for him to text back if I texted him again right now.
A few more minutes passed, and just as I was finishing my science homework, I heard my phone vibrate on top of my stack of books where I had put it. We texted back and forth for a few more minutes, he told me that he decided to go to the buffet today, so I knew he could take awhile longer to answer. I wasn’t sure if the guys were like Bella, and wanted to know who he was texting.
He’d be in a more difficult position than I was though because all the people he really knows here are already there with him, and because of the time difference, it wouldn’t really make any sense for him to be texting someone who was back in England. I just hoped he knew not to say he was texting me, I know he understands this hockey players hating us thing, but sometimes I worry.
If he even mentions me or Bella to guys and isn’t making fun of us, they will probably lose it, and give him a scolding lecture that he needs to stay away from us, especially Zack. A little while later, I heard my dad coming into the house, signaling he was back. When he came in, I was still texting Harry, but I tried my best to talk to him still.
“Who have you constantly been texting?” my dad soon asked as he walked behind.
“No one,” I quickly said, and slammed my phone face down onto the counter, praying that I didn’t just break it.
“I mean, um, it was Bella, we’re planning to go shopping this weekend,” I corrected.
He didn’t seem too convinced, but luckily he let it go for the moment.