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.


83. Chapter 83

Chapter 83

Gabrielle’s POV

“Hey princess,” Zack said to me.

“Um, hey,” I said as I finally slid my skate off my foot and put it in my bag with the other one.

I was confused as to why Zack was talking to me since he usually only argues with Bella. I now realized that him talking to me could only mean one thing.

“Harry’s over there,” he pointed over to where Harry was standing, “Why aren’t you over there with him?”

“What?” Bella and I both said at the same time.

I knew why Bella said it, but I wasn’t sure why I said it since I already knew what he was talking about.

“Why would she be over where Harry is?” Bella asked, “He’s a jerk,”

“Haven’t even told your best friend, huh Goldie?” Zack taunted.

“Gabi, what is he talking about?” Bella turned from Zack to face me as she asked.

I just stayed silent, looking straight ahead; I couldn’t bring myself to say anything right now. I still couldn’t register that this was actually happening, that my secret of Harry and I being together was ripping at the seams, and that it was happening right now.

“Well it seems Gabrielle here doesn’t think he is a jerk, she seems to actually be quite fond of him,” Zack said, a smug smirk taking over his face as he told this new information to him and made it new to her now.

“Gabi, don’t just sit there, tell me what he is talking about,” Bella said to me, adding a slight demanding tone to her voice.

“Do you want to tell her Goldie, or shall I?” Zack asked me.

I didn’t want to choose either option, but I still couldn’t speak right now so it really didn’t matter.

“If you aren’t going to say anything then I guess I should tell her, you agree Adam?” he turned to the boy next to him.

“Strongly,” he smirked.

“Tell me what?” Bella asked, but I could tell she already had a slight idea of what was going on.

“It seems Miss Gabrielle here has been dating our fellow teammate Harry for quite some time now,” Zack said, finally putting the words out into the open after taunting me for the past few minutes.

“You what?” Bella said, obviously shocked, “Are you being serious?” she turned to ask the guys first before letting me give an answer that I probably wasn’t going to give.

“I’m completely serious, coach saw them together and they admitted that they were dating,” Zack told her,

“Don’t believe me go ask coach and he’ll tell you what he saw and what Harry and Gabrielle told him,” Zack added.

“So it was you two at the pizza place,” Bella said to me, it wasn’t the first thing I was expecting her to say when she found out, but thankfully it wasn’t one of the worse things I was expecting her to say to me or accuse me of.

“We’re just going to let you both talk through this,” Zack said, and him and Adam began to walk away.

Without thinking I shot up from my sitting position on the bleacher and walked over to Zack, he turned around to face me once he realized I was behind him, but before he could say anything, I grabbed his shoulders and pushed him back as hard as I could. He seemed a bit caught off guard at first and stumbled a bit after I pushed him, but he made a quick recover and walked back over to me.

“You better stay away from Harry, he’s important to this team and I don’t need you ruining everything,” he grumbled, loud enough for only me to hear.

I rolled my eyes at him and then walked away from him, make sure to give his shoulder a shove with mine as I walked passed him and out of the rink. I didn’t bother to acknowledge Harry right now as I walked by him; I was just focused on getting out of this rink.

Just as I was about to open the door that led to the lobby, I felt a hand grab my arm. I yanked my arm out of the grasp, thinking it was Harry but when I turned around I saw his coach instead. The man who I wanted to yell and scream at right now for ruining everything.

He began to open his mouth to say something, but I just scowled at him and finally opened the door and got out of the rink and into the lobby where I was safe for now.

I angrily made my way over to the lounge area and sat down on one of the couches to wait until Bella’s mom came to pick us up. I wished that I didn’t have to ride in a car with Bella now, and I just had to hope that she was mad to the point where she didn’t want to talk or say anything because I really didn’t want her mom finding out right now.

Bella’s mom would for sure tell my dad, or assuming he knew she would call and say she was surprised that he was okay with Harry and I dating, and then he’d probably say he was surprised to since he didn’t know about it. I wanted to call my dad to pick me up, but then I knew that I’d have to explain to him what happened, plus he probably wouldn’t want to leave work right now anyway.

All I really wanted right now was to be at home in my room and just cry. I just wanted to cry right now, but I couldn’t do that now, not here. I just wanted someone to talk to, someone who wasn’t on a side, and someone who won’t judge me and doesn’t care who I want to date.

Since the only people who I had to talk to were either mad at me, or I didn’t want to know about Harry and I. I guess I also had Harry to talk to, but I wanted to talk to someone who is completely unbiased in all this. Plus Harry had hockey practice right now, but I’d probably call him later tonight anyway to hear what he had to say.

Just a few minutes later, I noticed the door to the rink being opened, and I saw Bella walking out. She looked around the lobby before her eyes landed on me, and she began walking over to where I was. Whatever she was going to say to me, I really didn’t want to hear right now, but I knew I didn’t really have a choice but to listen to what she had to say to me.

“Here,” she said once she came up to me and she threw my skate bag down in front of me,

“You left it in there so I was a good friend and brought it back to you,” she said, and I noticed the hostile tone of her voice, she probably wanted that to come across to me.

“If you could just listen to me for a few minutes and let me explain you’ll understand,” I told her, not exactly what or how she’ll understand, but the least she could do was let me explain myself.

“I don’t want to listen or understand anything you say, just not right now,” she said and crossed her arms as she sat down on the couch that was across from the one that I was sitting on.

“I’m sorry, that I didn’t tell you sooner,” I said to her.

“Tell me sooner? You weren't going to tell me at all, Zack of all people told me,” Bella said.

“I know, and I’m really sorry, I didn’t want you to find out like this,” I told her.

“Well this is how I found out,” she snapped.

“I know, I’m sorry,” I said for what felt like the hundredth time already.

“You lied to me Gabi, I told you I had liked him and you didn’t even bother to tell me that you were already with him,”

“I really wanted to tell you, I swear, I just didn’t know how to,” I honestly told her.

“Is it really that hard to say that you didn’t want me to ask him on a date because you two were already together?” Bella asked.

“Yes actually, and you know now so why does it matter?” I knew why it mattered, but I just wanted her to stop being mad.

“What really matters is the way I found out, I was the only one in that rink who didn’t know, and I found out by a hockey player telling me,” she said.

“Well I’m sorry I didn’t brew some tea and have you come over to tell you,” I snapped at her.

“You’re ridiculous,” Bella mumbled.

“I had tried to get across to you that I didn’t want you to ask him out, I was just nervous about how you would react if I had told you the real reason why,” I told her, bringing it back to what he were arguing about before we got into how she found out just a few minutes ago in the rink.

“Yet instead of telling me, you had Harry act like a jerk to me to make me lose interest in him,” she said.

“How’d you know about that?” “Harry stopped me as I was walking out of the rink and apologized. Which is something that you haven’t bother to do,” Bella replied.

“Did you not hear me tell you I was sorry like five times when you came over here?” Bella was about to respond to me when her phone buzzed and she looked down to check it.

“My mom’s here,” she said blankly and got up from the couch.

I nodded, and picked up my skate bag that Bella had thrown on the floor and got up from the couch I was sitting on.

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