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.


74. Chapter 74

Chapter 74

Harry’s POV

When I had driven up to the house just a few minutes ago, the thought completely slipped my mind that my aunt had told me she would in charge of the driving since my coach’s car was in the repair shop. I had grown to just seeing his car in the driveway when he was here, and having my aunt’s car be the only one in the driveway was a normal sight that I didn’t think twice about. I was so focused on getting in the house before they drove up and came inside, that I didn’t realize and remember the completely clear information that my aunt had given me just last night.

Since I had forgotten the information that she told me, I was now standing in the living room with Gabrielle standing next to me as my aunt and my coach both sat on the couch, heads turned towards us as they continued to just look at the two of us. Neither of them said anything, but the looks on their faces told me enough of what was going through their minds right now.

They both had shocked and wide eyed expressions, but my aunt’s was mostly because her hockey playing nephew was standing in the living room with a figure skater with my coach who I’m guessing is a part of the feud, sitting on her coach. I’m guessing what my coach is mostly thinking right now is why the hell a figure skater is in the living room of a house that a hockey player is living at.

As nervous as I was right now about what my coach was going to say, I was just as nervous for my aunt too because she knew that I was dating a figure skater and she never told him or said anything, so I wasn’t sure how he was going to react to this situation towards her, and then towards me and Gabrielle. 

“Hello Harry,” my coach said after taking a few moments to register all this,

“Gabrielle,” he added, with a bit of a stern told to his voice.

Gabrielle just bit her lip and gave him a small nod as the two of us just continued to stand in the living room, waiting for some type of reaction from him. This silence was killing me and I was at the point of wishing he would just lash out on us right now, or at least do something besides stay quiet right now.

Obviously my aunt really had no idea what to say right now so she was leaving it up to coach. She couldn’t act like she had no idea about us, and she didn’t want him to know that she knew, so her not talking was probably best right now.

“May I ask why you are here right now Gabrielle?” coach asked her.

She turned to look at me for a second before turning back to face him. She was probably hoping that I would come up with some kind, any kind of answer to give him, but I had nothing.

“Um,” she hesitated for a second,

“I just wanted to see Tammy and Ben, ever since Tammy stopped working at the rink I just missed seeing her,” she managed to get out, probably just saying the first idea that came to mind.

“Hmm, and Harry was just conveniently in your neighborhood to come pick you up and bring you here?” he asked, and when I looked over at Gabrielle I could tell she was a bit worried now.

When she had given the answer as to why she was here she really never considered the little details that showed she was lying.

“I guess…” was what she answered with.

“Okay now why don’t you tell me the real reason that you are here,” he was standing up now and was voice was getting more stern and demanding.

“I wanted to come over so Harry came and picked me up,” she answered, her voice was slightly trembling, showing one reason why she didn’t want to tell her dad about us, she hates being scolded, being yelled at, and getting in any type of trouble in general.

“Does your father know you’re here?” he asked her.

“He’s at work,” she answered, and it was obvious that she was just saying the first thing that came to mind. She was too nervous to take a second to hesitate and figure out what she needed to say.

“Does he know that you are here?” he asked again.

“No,” Gabrielle answered, and looked down at her feet, not wanting to make eye contact with him.

“Is he aware that you have been seeing him?”

“He’s had suspicions, but no,” she told him, and he just nodded since he pretty much already knew the answer to that questions before Gabrielle gave him one.

“Harry do have anything that you would like to say?” he asked and turned away from Gabrielle to look at me.

“No,” I said, and now I was doing as Gabrielle did and was looking down at my feet instead of looking at coach.

“Did you know about this?” he turned to my aunt now as he motioned between Gabrielle and I.

“I just found out about it,” she told him.

“Were you planning on telling me that one of my hockey players is involved with a figure skater of all people?” he asked her.

“Well I-I was planning to, but I wasn’t sure how big of a deal this would be to you,” she said, and I wondering if she really was planning on telling him at some point or if she was just making that up to make things a bit better for her.

“Well this is a huge deal to me. A figure skater is one thing, but Gabrielle?” he now looking back and forth between me and my aunt now, completely forgetting that Gabrielle was still in the room with us, “Her father is a big part of the reason why we have this screwed up feud between the two sports in the first place,”

I noticed Gabrielle tense up a bit when he said that. Whatever the hell Gabrielle’s dad did or cause, she was getting penalized for it just as much as he was, and it didn’t seem fair.

“Don’t blame her for that,” I heard myself blurt out with realization that I was speaking.

“I’m not blaming her, I just don’t need her and her father anywhere near you and the rest of my hockey guys,” he told me.

“So what are you going to do about it?” I casually asked.

I knew he couldn’t kick me off the team because they needed me. I am one of the best players on the team and if they can’t get another new player this soon, especially in the middle of training for the up coming competitions that begin to judge on skill for the Olympics.

“You don’t want to know what I am going to do about it,” he said.

“I think I do actually,” I smugly replied.

It was only a matter of time though before my aunt stopped the whole conversation and told me to go and take Gabrielle back home while she straightens this all out. I unwillingly agreed; since I wanted to continue on with talking to coach, and then had Gabrielle follow me back outside to my car.

“Well that was quite a surprise,” I said once we were outside and out of that house.

“Tell me about it,” she said as she walked over to the passenger side of the car and waited for me to unlock the door.

“Sorry about it though,” I told her.

“It’s fine I guess, I mean from the looks of outside it didn’t seem like he was here,” she said as we both got into the car and close our doors.

“Yeah, I forgot that his car was getting some repairs and my aunt had told me that she was going to be driving him here. She even told me to be car when I was bringing you over and I sure as hell forgot,” I was still beating myself up over that. It was one of those things that I really should have remembered and shouldn’t have forgotten, but of course I did.

“At least it’s partially over now,” Gabrielle said,

“I’m just a bit worried though, because since he knows, it’s most likely only a matter of time before everyone else knows too,” she told me.

“Who knows, maybe my aunt will convince him not to tell anyone,” Gabrielle gave me an unconvinced look,

“Or maybe not,” I added, knowing that that was probably the truth of the matter.

“So do you want me to just take you home, or maybe we could go get something to eat?” I offered, trying to change the subject, and since I hadn’t even left the driveway yet we weren’t committed to going to either or yet.

“Let’s go get something to eat,” she said, and I nodded.

I began to back out of the driveway and started driving to any restaurant as far from here as we could get.

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