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.


80. Chapter 80

Chapter 80

Harry’s POV

After hanging out with my aunt and Ben in the kitchen for awhile longer, I watched TV with Ben for a bit in the living room, until I looked at the time on my phone and decided that I should get going to the rink. I said bye to Ben as I got up from the couch, by the was so consumed in his little TV show that I just got a mumble of a bye from him as he continued to stare at the screen I silently laughed at him and then picked up my hockey bag as I began to walk to the kitchen where my aunt always was.

“I’m headed to the rink,” I told her, just popping my head through the door, not bothering to walk in all the way since I was about to leave.

I knew she had heard me so I was about to leave, but she stopped me.

“Wait,” she said, taking notice that I was about to head to the front door.

“Yeah?” I asked.

“Good luck today,” she told me, and I knew exactly what she meant by that.

“And when you get home I expect you to tell me all the renovations they did to the rinks because I want to know,” she added, trying to brighten up the mood a bit now as I left.

“Sure thing,” I told her, deciding just to acknowledge the second part of what she said, even though I should’ve thanked her for wishing me good luck because I was going to need it.

I finally walked away from the kitchen and went to the front door to head out to the driveway.

Once I was in my car, I threw my hockey bag into the passenger seat and then began to back out of the driveway.

On my drive to the rink, I began thinking about a bunch of different things. I was wondering if coach was going to tell anyone about Gabrielle and I today. That seemed to be the main thing that was going to be on Gabrielle and I’s minds today, but I’m sure she’s stressing about it a lot more than I am. She was already at the rink so I really wanted to text her to ask if coach was already there and if he was, I wanted to know if he had said anything to anyone yet.

I figured if he had said something already, Gabrielle either wouldn’t have known since she is practicing right now, or if she did know she probably would’ve texted me already. I knew I should just wait until later to get in contact with her since I didn’t want to interrupt her skating since it’s been so long and she needed to get caught up on her training, as did the hockey team.

Another thing I was wondering about for today was something that Gabrielle didn’t have to worry about. It was shocking that there was actually something that was just my problem to worry about instead of just hers or both of ours considering that she is nervous about this day in general, she was worrying about every little thing that could happen today.

I really wish that she could just relax and accept the things that life throws at her. She’d be much more happy if she wasn’t worrying about everything that was going to happen to her next. As far as coach telling people at the rink about us being together, I really didn’t care what those random people at the rink thought about us, I was however worried about how the guys on my hockey team are going to take it. I knew for sure that Zack was not going to be happy, but I wasn’t sure how or if he was going to take it out on me or just let it go.

I don’t know if I’d rather have him just ignore me, or have him lash out at me since he hates the figure skaters so much. I wasn’t sure how this getting out would affect my friendship with the guys on the team, I could live with them ignoring me or being mad at me off the rink, but when we’re playing hockey they better not let their anger get the best of them because I was not going to let them ruin this team by them not wanting to talk to me just because of their stupid feud with the figure skaters.

I was really wishing I wasn’t thinking about all this right now as I drove to the rink because it wasn’t official that coach was going to tell people today, this week, or at all. Gabrielle just has it planted in my head that I need to be prepared because he’s going to get ready to spread gossip today.

I was happy when I finally saw the building that the rink was in coming into view as I drove closer to it. I just wanted to get in the building and get this day over with.

That probably isn’t what I should be thinking right now considering that I’m getting to go back to playing hockey after not being able to for the past month with the renovations and everything.

I was hoping that they didn’t do any drastic changes and renovations to the rink, because I thought they were fine the way they were. Just an oval of ice reserved for the team for a set amount of time to practice and train, that was all we really needed.

I knew Zack wanted them to add a bunch of things that I didn’t bother to remember because I didn’t really care and I thought it was ridiculous. All the stuff he wanted would just be distractions and take away from the time that we should be training.

I guess what ever happened to the rink during the renovation happened and there is nothing that I would be able to do about it. Surely they didn’t take Zack’s suggestions of stuff to do because that probably would’ve taken longer, and Zack’s requests were completely unnecessary. When I approached the rink parking lot, I took advantage of the first spot of many that I saw in the back of the lot, and drove my car there to park.

Once I was parked, I checked the time and saw that I was just on time to go met the guys in the locker room. Earlier I had been thinking of just skipping our meet in the locker room and go to the rink earlier than we already did, but then I remembered that Bella was usually in there when all of us came in, so my guess is she’s probably in there now, or at least close to going in there to wait for Gabrielle.

I was hoping that I if saw Bella which I probably would, that she would just ignore me, not even bother to look at me because it would just be to weird for me. I’d back to feeling bad about what I did all over again and then I’d have to reassure myself that I had done what I had needed to do to get her to stop liking me and bothering Gabrielle with the topic of me brought up whenever they hung out together. I eventually got out of my car and began to walk up to the entrance of the rink.

Once I was inside, no one seemed to notice that I had walked in so that was a good sign that coach hasn’t said anything yet, he probably isn’t even here anyway since me and the rest of the hockey guys are always going to our rink and warming up before he’s even here. I still couldn’t decide whether I wanted him to tell people about Gabrielle and I or not.

I mean on the one hand I wouldn’t have to hide anything from anyone anymore, but on the other hand it wouldn’t matter if I hid something anymore since the people who I was hiding it from, and many more people most likely wouldn’t want anything to do with me anymore.

I knew there was no way that I could avoid which ever outcome happens, my guess was that it was going to be the second option, but I just had to hope that the guys on the hockey team wouldn’t hate me as much as I worried that they were going to.

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