The Endless Chain

This story is a romantic short story/play. It's about love, the dangers of it and how it can effect everyone. Oh, and it's in reverse order (There are 10 chapters). I used this as a final project for my English class and received an A on it. Apparently it was one of the best stories my teacher had ever read. Let's see if he's right...


9. Chapter 9

Penn. Ice Rink, Philadelphia, PA, November 2nd, 2012


The 7th and 14th floors of Robert Hall are having a floor event at Penn’s ice rink. The air inside the rink was cold, and the ice was freshly cleared of scratches yesterday. Paul, Tony and Keith who all live on the 7th floor, have been acquainted for the past month and are good friends now. Rebecca, who lives on the 14th floor and her friends Sam and Ashley who live in South Hall and Kelly Hall respectively all met in their Engineering 101 class and became close.


The 7th floor guys were the first to show up at the rink. The guys are on a bench outside of the arena putting on their skates.


“I’ve never ice skated before in my life. I’m going to make a complete fool out of myself, in front of these girls too. Why did you drag me along to this Keith?” I complained as I attempted to put on my left skate.


“There’s no way you’ve never ice skated before. I thought you said you’re from upstate New York?” Paul said back to me.


“I am, but that doesn’t automatically mean I know how to ice skate. That’s like saying because you’re from Memphis you know how to make good barbecue ribs.”


“But I do know how to make good ribs. Therefore you should be able to ice skate.” Paul responded slyly.


I was finally able to get my left skate on. “On to the next one. Oh, by the way Keith, this weekend is going to be interesting, when my Eagles pummel your Giants.”


“We’ll see about that.” Keith stood up. “By the way, do you want to play soccer tomorrow night?”


“You’re kidding right?” I said to him. “World Series game 7! My Yankees are going to kick the Cardinals ass! I’m going to go completely crazy if we win.”


“Drunk and high at the same time crazy?” Paul said, referencing a Kanye West song.


“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves here. Maybe I’ll shave all of my hair off. I could go buzz cut like you Paul.” I finished putting on my right skate and started to tie the laces.


“I don’t think I could see you with anything other than your medium length black hair.” Keith said, trying to flatter me… I think.


“So if upstate New York is good for skating and cold, and Memphis is good for barbecue, then what the hell is Trenton good for Keith?” I asked.


 “Absolutely nothing.” He laughed. He had told me repeatedly how much he hated growing up in Trenton, and it was a thing we could joke about with each other. Keith had grown up in a wealthy household, but was a very friendly and personable guy. Sometimes he can come off as pompous, but I can look past that… most of the time.


Keith stood at about six feet two inches, whereas I stood at five feet nine inches. Both of us were skinny guys, and not very muscular regarding the arms. Our legs are another story; a combined 26 years of soccer will do that though.


Paul, on the other hand stood at about five feet eleven inches. He was muscular everywhere, mainly from rowing crew in high school. He grew up in a similar household as mine, not rich, not poor, and a good amount of siblings. Paul and I both had brown eyes, while Keith had blue eyes.


I originally wanted to go to college for a Math and Statistics double major. But stats wasn't offered as a major here, so I ended up coming here for Mechanical Engineering. Keith was a Biomedical Engineer major and Paul was a Physics major.


We walked from the benches towards the ice rink. There were very few people here. Just a couple families and maybe four couples. Other than that, it was empty. I could see about five girls on the other side getting their skates on. There were two other guys besides us three. Five on five, what were the odds?


One of the girls caught my eye. She looked oddly familiar, but I wasn’t sure where I had seen her before. I turned to Keith. “Keith, who’s the girl with the long dirty blonde hair? She looks familiar, but I can’t put a finger on where I’ve seen her.”


“Funny you should ask. She’s the one girl I actually know here. She’s a biomed. Her name is Ashley. However, I’m going to warn you… she’s a little bit crazy.” Keith said, making a weird face.


“What do you mean by crazy?” I asked.


“She apparently suffers from depression, and she really doesn’t have a filter. She’s obnoxiously social.” Keith explained.


“So basically the complete opposite of Tony the first few weeks of the term.” Paul joked.


We got in the rink and started skating. I stayed by the sides, so if I was about to fall, I could catch myself on the wall. The girls got in the rink and started skating. Thankfully, I wasn’t the only one having trouble. I managed to get my way up to Ashley. I took a deep breath. “Looks like I’m not the only one having trouble.”


“Oh, I’m not having trouble, just getting warmed up. It’s been a while since I’ve last skated.” Ashley said, focusing forward.


“This is my first time.” I said, trying to keep the conversation alive for at least a minute.


“Really? Where are you from that has caused you to miss one of life’s great pleasures?” She turned to look at me. She was one inch shorter than me, and had gorgeous blue eyes. That was the moment where I fell in love.


I almost didn’t say anything. I was that nervous… “Uh…Upstate New York.”


“Near Rochester?” she asked as we continued to skate.


“No. About an hour and a half east of there.” I answered. “Where are you from?”


“I’m from just outside Scranton.” Ashley said, the she screamed. “Keith!” She skated over to Keith and gave him a hug. That was the last time I talked to her that day.


After the floor event, on the walk back to the dorm, in the cold yet crisp November air both Paul and Keith told me about some girls they talked to.


Keith talked to a Civil Engineering major named Rebecca. She was the only one we talked to actually from the 14th floor. She was from Baltimore Maryland and had a good amount of freckles on her face. She has long black hair and brown eyes. She is about five feet five inches and actually played soccer in high school. Apparently, she had taken Keith’s phone and put porn on it at the event, and then tried to put weed in his gym bag. For some reason, her brother had a grudge on Keith's sister. But whatever, I just can’t trust Rebecca now. But I’ll give her the benefit of the doubt on everything else. 


Paul talked to an Accounting major named Sam. Sam lived in South Hall and was originally from Philadelphia. She has medium length, wavy, reddish-brown hair. She has a great smile, which I would agree with, and green eyes. She is actually two inches taller than me.


It was basically at that point in time in which we called dibs on the girl we hoped to call our own one day. We reached the dorm and sat in my room. We discussed how we were going to go through and win each girls heart. The general consensus was the six month plan. I pulled out a bottle of Whiskey and poured each of us a shot. “We should probably make a toast to something.” I said as I turned on the television to watch a World Series special edition of Sportscenter.


 “To girls.” Paul said.


“Without them, we would be nowhere.” Keith added.


“Amen.” I finished.


We all clinked shot classes and downed our shots.  Keith started to pour another round of shots. I hopped up on my bed and laid down. My face was looking up at the concrete ceiling. I thought to myself… Who needs this six month plan? I don’t? Why not? I’m willing to wait as long as it takes…

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