Equal Ice

I’m a performer, but I don’t act on a regular stage.
I dress up in costumes, but I don’t play a character.
My stage isn’t one in a theater; it’s clean slick ice at a rink.
I don’t play a character, I’m just myself.
Sometimes on the ice though, I feel like I’m someone else. Someone who is graceful and beautiful, it’s still me though, just a different side of me. A side that I like much more than my everyday self.
Ice skating is much more work than people may think though, and some people don’t consider it a sport. It’s not as extreme as hockey for example.
I may not look very tough, but I can accelerate faster than the guys on the racetrack.
I take harder impacts than a rider being thrown from a bull.
And I handle more G-Force than a fighter pilot.
So why just be extreme, when you can be extremely graceful.


51. Chapter 51

Chapter 51

Harry’s POV

Close to another week of the break has gone by, and I’ve basically spent almost everyday this week with Gabrielle. There was no meeting at the buffet this week, so I had the time too which I was pleased with. She has been pretty stressed this week with all the lies she’s seemed to have been telling and been having to keep up with.

Ever since she told me about how someone told Bella that they saw us at the pizza parlor together, she’s been so worried. I would never tell her but I hated how worried she was with all this because now all we would do when I came over was just sit in the living room and watch TV, and occasionally we would attempt to cook something with the little ingredients that she had in her kitchen.

I mean sometimes it was fun and all, but I really wanted to go out and do something, but Gabrielle was too worried that someone else would catch us again and tell Bella, or even worse her dad. I kept telling her that we could just go somewhere a bit further out of town, but she still wasn’t having it.

She didn’t want to be in another situation where she’ll have to come up with another lie to tell to Bella. When Bella had asked about the pizza parlor, Gabrielle told me that she just told Bella that maybe her source of information was wrong because she was there by herself. I don’t remember exactly but I just know it had to do with her being there by herself or whatever.

Gabrielle was worried that if somehow Bella heard again that she was seen with me, or a hockey player in general, Bella would probably think something was up and wouldn’t believe anything that Gabrielle told her on the topic unless it was true, there was no way she could make something up to get out of it, at least that’s what she told me. I stopped thinking about the whole situation long enough to check the time to see how much longer I had until I needed to head over to Gabrielle’s house.

Looking at the time I figured that I had just enough time to get a quick something to eat before I headed out. I got up from where I was sitting on my bed in my room and headed into the kitchen. I couldn’t hear or smell my aunt making breakfast like I usually do when I come out of my room, but I remembered that it was a bit later than I usually liked to wake up, and my aunt made Ben stop waking me up. I’d basically been in my room on my phone for most of the morning after I had gotten dressed.

“Hey,” I said to my aunt once I walked into the kitchen and saw her cleaning everything up.

“Where have you been? I was about to send Ben in there to wake you up and make sure you were still alive,” she told me as she placed a pan into the dishwasher.

“I was just tired I guess, felt like sleeping in,” I shrugged.

“Yeah, you’ve been tired a lot lately and feeling like sleeping in, it’s probably you not getting home until late every night,” she said.

“Hey where is Ben anyway?” I asked her in attempts to change the subject.

“He’s in the den watching TV, now don’t think that you’ve changed the subject, I’m not done,” she told me, catching my motive of trying to get her to change the topic because I knew where the conversation was going to be headed.

It was going to be headed in the same direction most of our conversations have been going in lately. Sometimes she’s been letting me get away with changing the subject but obviously not this time.

“So where are you heading right now?” she asked me, “The same place that always seems to result in you coming home late?”

I rolled my eyes, and attempted again to get out of this conversation by this time just walking away from the kitchen.

“Come back,” she told me, and I unwillingly obeyed and turned back around and took a seat at the kitchen counter.

“Now Harry you’ve been spending quite a lot of time with this girl, don’t you think it’s about time that you invite her over here?”

“No,” I answered and got up to leave once again but was stopped, again.

“Harry, to me it seems like you’re getting pretty serious about this girl, but you aren’t opening up about her to anyone. Have you even told your mom you met someone?”

“No,” I answered as I looked down, the granite of the counter suddenly becoming more and more interesting.

“Okay then, two things, one, either you tell your mom or I will and believe me she won’t be happy hearing it from me instead of her own son. Two, either you invite that girl over here for dinner sometime in the next week or I won’t let you leave the house anymore to go see her. Are we clear?” she demanded,

“Crystal,” I mumbled as I got up off the stool I was sitting on and headed out of the kitchen.

Now I felt like I understood some of Gabrielle’s stress a bit more. I’d never seen a demanding side of my aunt like that, and now I was nervous about what to do. I knew I would have to talk to Gabrielle about it once I got to her house, but I was also nervous about what her reaction would be. She was already worried about her dad and Bella, and now she have to add this problem on.

I decided I’d just figure out what to do when I got to Gabrielle’s and had to talk to her about this. Coming up with scenarios in my head about how this might play out wasn’t working because I didn’t know for sure what Gabrielle was going to say so I shouldn’t worry myself thinking about it.

Maybe this wasn’t as big a deal as I thought, maybe she might just go along with it since it involves my family not hers, as long as we get my aunt not to say anything to Gabrielle’s dad if they ever happen to run into each other.

By the time I had walked out the door of my aunt’s house and was getting into my car, I was a bit more behind schedule than I would’ve liked, but it was fine because either I’d still make it to Gabrielle’s, just a little later and I’d lose a few minutes of what felt like the little time we had, even though we had a lot.

I stuck my keys in the car and turned them bringing the vehicle to life. I began to back out of the driveway, and make my way to Gabrielle’s neighborhood, basically the same thing I’ve been doing everyday.

The good thing is that her dad has been becoming less and less suspicious of Gabrielle. She still has to lie to him occasionally about what she’s been doing that day, but there’s only been one other time where her dad had unexpectedly came home from work for lunch.

At that same time the next day though just to be safe Gabrielle had me hide outside on the back patio for twenty minutes. I’m guessing her dad just gave up of coming home, trying to catch her with me here or something, and then leave knowing nothing more than he did before.

I didn’t get why he didn’t just straight up ask her about the text that I stupidly sent. I mean I’m fine that he’s not because it would just add more stress on Gabrielle, but I just didn’t understand why he hasn’t asked her about it.

Because then there was Bella who just flat out asked her if she was at the pizza place with me which works in her favor because she took Gabrielle by surprise and didn’t have much time to think of an excuse, but thankfully she came up with one.

Before I knew it I was already driving up to Gabrielle’s neighborhood and parking in the same spot I always do and walking up to her house, doing the same routine I’ve been doing all week.

When I was on her porch I knocked on the door and hardly even a few seconds later the door was opened and Gabrielle was standing on the other side. We both exchanged greetings and she let me inside and I decided that should just get talking about this started so I could get it over with and figure out what I’m going to do.

“So what do you want to-”

“We have a problem,” I blurted out, cutting her off, and obviously surprising her.

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