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.


88. Chapter 88

Chapter 88

Harry’s POV

When I finally arrived back at my aunt’s house, I parked my car in the driveway and got out. I wasn’t sure if I was really in the mood to talk about everything that happened today with my aunt or not, but I really wanted her to know. I wished that she could just somehow already know everything that happened today without my having to explain it to her and relive it all. I walked up to the porch and went into the house, deciding that I’d just figure out what I wanted to do when it came to that point in just a matter of minutes.

“Harry?” I heard my aunt call out once I had walked into the house.

“Yeah, it’s me,” I said back to her.

Normally I might’ve come up with a sarcastic comment to say to her like telling that I was a robber with a key to the house or something, but I really wasn’t in the mood. I went ahead and headed into the kitchen to get something to eat and I guess talk to my aunt since she is in there as always.

“Hey,” I said to my aunt as I walked in.

She was standing at the sink, washing some fruit, probably making a snack for Ben who was sitting at his usual spot at the counter.

“I assume things didn’t go well since you are here instead of at the buffet,” my aunt said.

“I assume correctly,” I sighed as I opened the fridge and began to search for something to eat.

“Well how was practice today then?” she asked me.

I settled on some leftovers from dinner yesterday to eat that I would need to heat up.

“I walk into the locker room and see that everyone is already there, listening to coach tell them everything that he knew about Gabrielle and I, so I guess you can figure out how it went from there,” I tried my best not to snap at her about, even though I was mad I really didn’t want to bring it out on her, but she did ask about my day and it obviously didn’t go well so I wasn’t going to be in a good mood.

“I’m sorry about that Harry, I really am. I tried to talk him out of it that night but he wasn’t listening to me,” she said to me as I put the food from the fridge into the microwave.

“Well now everyone on the team hates me. I was probably knocked down onto the ice at least seven times. Also now I have to listen to Zack make stupid comments to me every time that he is near me,” I told her and then pressed in the amount of minutes into the microwave.

“You just need to ignore them Harry, they’re just trying to get a rise out of you, they want a reaction. If you just ignore them and don’t give them the response they want then they’re sure to stop.

“I don’t think that is going to work in this situation,” I told her, “Everyone laughs at Zack’s comments and that’s all he needs to keep him going, and it’s obvious when you knock someone down onto the ice that is isn’t going to feel good,”

“Them knocking you down I don’t think is going to last for long since it will affect practice. Did coach say anything about it or tell them to stop?” she asked.

“Nope, he just acted like he didn’t even see it,” I said.

I then went on to tell her about what happened with Gabrielle and what all I saw of Zack telling Bella. I also added in the parts about coach trying to act all nice to me to see if she had an idea of why he was doing that, but she didn’t. By now my food was done in the microwave, so I had sat down next to Ben at the counter who was now eating the fruit that his mum had washed and cut for him.

“I don’t understand what’s going on,” Ben said after being quiet in this situation for so long.

“Your mom’s boyfriend, my coach, told people at the rink that Gabrielle and I are dating,” I told him.

“Why is that a bad thing?” he asked, and I forgot that he didn’t exactly know about all the feud stuff that is happening at the rink, either that or he just doesn’t fully get the whole feud thing.

I told him about how the hockey players and the figure skaters didn’t really like each other and how it was a big deal at the rink. I tried to do it as short and simple as I could since I didn’t really want to go into full detail with what I knew about it all since he luckily wasn’t involved in any of this.

“Are you going to get into trouble?” he asked me once I was done explaining.

“No, just some people aren’t going to like me very much anymore,” I told him.

“Oh,” he said. “Are people going to not like Gabrielle too?” he asked.

“Probably,” I answered.

“Oh,” he said again.

I could tell he was probably upset and a bit confused by all this, but I hoped that he wouldn’t worry about it too much.

“I think I’m just going to go to my room for awhile now,” I announced after a few minutes had passed of none of us saying anything.

I took plate that once had the food on it that I finished to the sink and then grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge before picking up my hockey bag and heading into my room.

Once I was in my room, I changed out of the still somewhat sweaty clothes I had on and grabbed some sweats out of my dresser. I threw the sweat and ice covered clothes I had on earlier onto the ground telling myself that I’d pick them up later. Most of the ice had come off the clothes a long time ago, but I kept finding a few pieces every now and then as I was driving home and as I was eating.

Once I had changed, I lay down on my bed and grabbed my phone. I thought about calling Gabrielle right now, but I wasn’t sure if I should. I knew since I had come home early since I didn’t go to the buffet that her dad wouldn’t be home, but I don’t know I guess I’m not really in the mood to talk to anyone right now. I was so stressed out about all this and I wasn’t sure how I was going to handle it all.

To make matters worse, my coach, who was the one who pretty much ruined my reputation at the rink, was going to be here quite often as him and my aunt start to get closer. It was obvious that she wasn’t going to break up with him so he had nothing to worry about. It didn’t even seem like she was angry with him or anything, which bothered me a lot.

I would’ve thought that she would at least me a little upset or angry with him with the fact that he basically caused the beginning of making Gabrielle and I’s life a whole lot more stressful now that we’ll have people hating us and who knows what else. The more I thought about all this, the more I thought about how I should call Gabrielle now.

She probably really needs someone to talk to since she is all alone at the house right now, and even when her dad comes home she can’t talk to him about any of this. Plus she probably had an interesting ride home since Bella and her mom take her to and from the rink everyday. I finally pressed the call button on my phone, and brought the device up to my ear.

After about two or three rings, I heard her voice. “Hello?” she said into the phone.

“Hey,” I said back.

“Hey,” she repeated what I said, giving me another greeting.

“You okay?”  I asked her. 

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