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.


87. Chapter 87

Chapter 87

Gabrielle’s POV

Luckily Bella’s mom didn’t have too much time to ask me anything or talk to me about this whole Harry thing since we were almost back to my house. She really didn’t have much to say to me anyway. All she really asked me was how this all started and then she talked about either her telling my dad, or just letting my dad and I figure this out ourselves when I felt like telling me.

Bella of course routed for her mom telling my dad today when he got home from work, or just calling him at work. I was hoping that she would just call him if she was going to tell him, because I really didn’t want her to be over at the house when my dad would find out and start yelling at me or do whatever his reaction will be to this.

The whole rest of the drive though when I wasn’t being asked something by Bella’s mom, I contemplated telling her about how Bella had went on a date with Harry. I knew that that would drag some of the attention off me for now, but I knew if I brought that up then Bella would tell her mom that the reason they didn’t work out was because I had pretty much had Harry sabotage their date.

Since her mom would already know she went on a date with him, I didn’t see why she wouldn’t jump at the opportunity to tell her mom what she’s been wanting to say and then bringing all the attention and blame back on me.

I was relieved when I finally saw my neighborhood coming into view, meaning that I was close to getting out of this car and being home by myself where no one could be mad at me, that is until my dad got home, and who knows if anyone will tell him while he’s at work.

I hated that lately I haven’t been very excited for him coming home from work. I wasn’t even half excited, more like dreading that he was going to be home when I wanted the house to myself so I could have Harry over, or in this case avoid the possibility that he would be pretty mad at me when he got home from work today.

If he doesn’t find out today, then I’ll have to wait the whole rest of the week since I knew that someone would tell him at some point this week. I didn’t want him to find out at all, but since the fact that he was going to was inevitable, I wanted him to just go ahead and find out today when I was expecting him to. If not, then I’d have to wait the whole week until one day unexpectedly he came home already yelling at me before he even took one step into the house.

Bella’s mom finally made the last turn to get to my house and before I knew it, she was parked in front of my house. I mumbled bye to both of them as I got out of the care, not receiving one back from Bella of course, but getting a silent bye from her mom that I almost didn’t hear since I was closing the car door as she said it.

I guess it was official that by tomorrow everyone at the rink was going dislike me or think I’m a traitor or something, depending on what side they’re on with the feud. Either way I’m not going to be liked by very many people at that rink anymore. Except my dad, the people whose opinions I really care about already found out today, and they weren’t necessarily happy with it, at all.

Then the hockey guys found out today, and I wouldn’t say I care about them, because I don’t, but I have to see them almost everyday, and they’ll for sure say something about all this to me pretty much everyday. Everyone else at the rink that will soon probably find out, they most likely won’t say anything to me, but I knew that I’d probably get some glares and disapproving looks. I grabbed my key out of my skating bag once I had made my way up to the porch, and unlocked my front door.

Once I was inside, I put my keys bag in my bag and made my way upstairs. I threw my bag onto my bed, and then grabbed some more comfortable clothes out of my dresser, and then went into my bathroom. I turned my shower on once I was in the bathroom, and then stripped down from the clothes that I had on. I had decided to go ahead and take a shower now instead of later tonight like I usually did, just because it seemed like a better I idea to do it now.

I was worried that my night was already going to be occupied by my dad yelling at me and asking me what I’ve done with my life since to him, me liking a hockey player is a big deal. I figured that taking a shower now would hopefully relieve me of some stress right now, and it seemed like a better option then just sitting on the couch, watching TV, and just awaiting my dad’s arrival.

I hadn’t realized how long of a shower I had really taken until I had decided to get out, and I checked the time on my phone and saw that I had been in the shower for close to an hour. I dried myself off and changed into the sweats that I had pulled out of my dresser before I came in here. I really wanted to call Harry right now and talk about all this, but I knew that he was still at practice.

Luckily I should be able to call him soon then I used to be able to during practice times, because I was almost positive that he wasn’t going to be joining the rest of the team and coach at the buffet today, I would be surprised if he did. So luckily my shower took up some of the time I was going to be bored by myself, but I still had a couple hours until Harry was done at practice, and then a couple more hours after that my dad was going to be home and I still wasn’t sure how I was feeling about all this.

I bet that Bella’s mom was probably calling him right now to tell him everything and Bella was listening in telling her mom more things to say to him to get him even madder at me.

I began to wonder if I was ever going to get my friendship with Bella back. She’s really the only friend I had, also she was my ride to the rink and I’d rather not have awkward tension between us everyday going to practice. I wondered if they’d still even want to take me to practice anymore since Bella is so furious with me right now.

I couldn’t figure out if Bella’s mom was angry with me or maybe just a bit shocked and upset that I was with a hockey player. I suppose that she’d realize that I really had no other way to get to practice though.

I wasn’t sure why out of all the things that I could be thinking about right now, I was worrying about whether if Bella and her mom were still going to give me a ride to the rink or not. I knew if they did stop taking me then I really wouldn’t have a way to get to the rink since once my dad knew about Harry and I there was no way he was going to get me a car when he knew that I could just drive it straight to Harry’s house.

Right now though, I had a license but no car, which I found ironic. When I left my room and went to the living room, I had brought down my computer and a few other things since I needed to catch up on some schoolwork. With everything going on, I really did not want to see how many assignments I had to complete right now.

Comparing doing schoolwork to having to face everything and think about everything else in my life though, homework was surprisingly looking a whole lot better.

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