I was pissed at myself when I brought Gabrielle home and saw that her dad was already there. I should’ve been paying closer attention to the time, but of course neither of us were. Time always seems to be our enemy yet we always forget about it when really we should be on drastic measures to make sure we don’t run out of it.
As I was driving out of Gabrielle’s neighborhood and back to my own I remembered that I was going back to my aunt’s house, and I would have to have an excuse as to where I was yesterday, and now probably today as well. I knew today wasn’t a buffet day but I knew she was probably still going to be wondering what all I did today also since I never texted her or contacted her in any way. Then again she never texted or called me either all day.
I was hoping that by the time I got back to my aunt’s house that she’d decided she didn’t want to wait up any longer and went to sleep. I knew she probably has been waiting for me to get home so she could bombard me with questions. Questions that I didn’t have answers to. I tried to convince myself that it’s really no big deal, but the closer I get to my aunt’s neighborhood the more real it becomes. I realized that someone wants to know where I’ve been and is expecting answers that I don’t want to give.
I kept thinking back to that feeling of shock and panic last night when I came home and my aunt was questioning where I was. I suppose I really was making this a bigger deal than it really was. I mean this is the first time this has happened so it’s not like she’ll be expecting some big explanation as to where I was. The bigger I make the explanation at the time right when she asks me will make it seem even more like I’m lying if I say all the details I’ve come up with right then and there. I decided to just stick with what I’ve been telling myself, start small and see how much she asks, and if worse comes to worse I could always just remind her that she went out on a date with my coach.
Before I knew it I was pulling up in front of my aunt’s house and parking in my usual spot in the driveway. I noticed some of the lights on, but I wasn’t going to waste the time thinking about whether or not she’s still up and in the kitchen waiting for me or not. It was doing me no good to worry about it so I was just going to walk in and face whatever is going to happen.
I grabbed all my stuff that I had put in the back seat of my car and got out, locking the car as I walked up to the front door. I stuck my keys in and pulled them out once I had the door open.
As I kicked my shoes off I didn’t hear my aunt’s usual greeting of making sure that it was me who just came into her house. I wasn’t sure what to think at this point but I just took as a sign in my favor that she was already in her room and wasn’t going to mess with me until the morning.
I discovered I was quite wrong though when I walked into the kitchen and saw my aunt sitting at the counter.
“Hey,” I said as I walked in, deciding just to keep it casual in slight hopes that maybe she forgot about asking me where I was yesterday.
“You have fun with whatever you were doing today?” she asked me.
“Uh, yeah,” I hesitated but ended my answer with a nod.
“Good,” she said,
“What were you doing exactly?” she asked me.
“Today or yesterday?” I made the mistake of asking.
“Now that you mention it how about you tell me about both,” she suggested with a slight demanding tone to her voice. I nodded and gulped as I sat down at the counter.
“Today I was wi-”
“Actually I’d really like to hear about yesterday,” she cut me off and I nodded.
“Harry you just need to tell me what you were doing and why you skipped the buffet, that nervous look on your face makes it look like you think you’re on trial or something,” she told me with a slight laugh and that made me feel a bit better and calmed down more.
I really just needed to tell her the truth, just leave out a few details.
“I was with the girl who I went out with a few weeks go,” I told her.
“Were you with her today too?” she asked as that stupid smile grew on her face.
“Yes,” I answered and turned away from her.
“Oh so Harry has a girlfriend now,” she smirked at me.
“She’s not my girlfriend,” I said, turning back to face her now.
“But you want her to be,” she said.
“I don’t know,” I told her.
“Okay well I guess I won’t pressure you to talk about her,” she told me,
“Yet,” she added with a smile just as I was about to thank her.
“But back to the more serious stuff Harry, a girl is still no excuse to miss going to the buffet with your team. I understand that you like this girl but right now your team is more important, so no more skipping anything that has to do with hockey, do we understand?”
“Yes,” I said and nodded and told her good night and headed up to my room before she could lecture me about anything else.
“So do you want to tell me what you’ve been up to all day?” my dad asked me.
“I was at the outdoor area twenty minutes from here,” I told him, which was the truth, and I knew he knows where I’m talking about.
“Well I know you weren’t there alone, Bella couldn’t have taken you and you don’t have a car, so you might as well confess as to who it is that’s so special for you to be getting home so late,” he told me.
“I was with a boy,” I confessed.
“What’s his name?”
“Harry,” I said, knowing that I just needed to tell my dad the truth because if I lie anymore is will just pull me deeper than I already am.
“How did you meet him?” he asked.
“At the ice rink,” I answered.
“Well does he work there? Does he skate?” he asked me.
I just stayed quiet because I knew he didn’t want to know the answer as much as I didn’t want to tell it. “Well?” he questioned again. I continued to not say a word as my dad’s stare continued to burn right through me.
“Well whoever he is, I hope he was worth having your phone taken away,”
My eyes go a bit wide and my dad’s had is reach out for my phone. I dug it out of my purse and unwillingly handed it over to him.
“For how long?” I asked.
“I’ll think about it, now go up to your room,” he told me.
I shot him an angry glare and stormed up to my room. Normally I wouldn’t think having my phone taken away is that big of a deal, but I don’t know for how long, and now I don’t have a way to contact Harry. What if he tries to contact me before I could find a way to tell him I don’t have my phone?
My dad is already trying to take away contact from him, so I couldn’t imagine what he would do if he found out that Harry is a hockey player.