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.


28. Chapter 28

Chapter 28

Gabrielle’s POV

“Hurry up,” Bella told me,

“I don’t want to be here when the hockey guys get here for their practice,”

“I’m going as fast as I can,” I told her as I continued to take off my skate and put everything into my bag.

I probably could’ve gone a bit faster than the speed as I was actually going, but I just didn’t feel like it. I didn’t want to admit to myself that the reason I was going slow was because I kind of wanted to see Harry, even if I knew I wasn’t going to get to say anything to him. Just as I was about to stand up, the hockey boys came bursting through the door.

“Goldie you really need to learn how to get out of the rink on time,” I heard, knowing it was Zack without even having to look up,

“I’m tired of seeing you your obnoxious friend every time we come to practice,” he said.

I just stayed quiet as I always did, and I was surprised to see that Bella did too. She usually would already be talking back to them, trying to add on to the argument waiting to happen that Zack always started. You’d think us being less responsive to his trying to bother us would get him to stop some, but it only encourages him even more to try to get a rise out of us.

As he continued to say some more things that I wasn’t listening to in attempts to bother us, I guess Bella had finally had enough, and said something that shut him up. As that continued, I looked over at Harry, and once he saw me, he gave me a small smile. I returned it subtly, and then quickly looked away, not wanting to draw any attention.

“Come one Gabi, let’s go,” Bella eventually said a few moments later.

I picked my bag up from the bleachers, and then walked with Bella out of the rink.

“I honestly despise those punks,” Bella said as we walked out into the lobby.

“I know, me too,” I agreed.

“They despise us also,”

“I don’t know about all of them,” she said.

“What do you mean?” I asked her, hoping she wasn’t leading to where I thought she was.

“Don’t act dumb, I saw the new guy smiling at you,” she said.

How does she notice everything, I want to ask, but I knew I probably shouldn’t because it wouldn’t drift the conversation in a good direction.

“Are sure he was smiling at me? He could’ve just been slightly laughing at something stupid thing that Zack said,” I offered.

“Yeah, sure, first the staring at you now the smiling. I don’t know what’s going on in this situation, but I want it to stop, you do not need to be associated with him,” she told me.

“I’m not associated with him,” I said back.

“I never said you were, but you being so quick to defend yourself makes me think that you are. They’re bad news Gabi, all of them,”

“You don’t even know him,” I told her.

“Oh and you do?”

“No,” I quickly said,

“But he doesn’t seem like one to be rude to us,”

“Actually knowing something and seeming to know something, are two different things,”

“I don’t get why you care so much, you wouldn’t even hate the hockey players if it wasn’t for me,” I said.

“That’s not true,” she fired back.

“Oh isn’t it? Remember when you used to have a crush on Zack,” I said, and she quickly put a hand over my mouth and looked around to make sure that no one heard.

“You shut up about that,” she told me as she brought her hand away from me.

I smiled suddenly remembering all the memories of when we were younger and she was just head over heels for those hockey players, it’s hard to believe that now we’re all basically enemies. Not that they even liked us to begin with, they hardly even noticed us before, but now they do, and not in the way we had expected. Bella soon began slightly laughing as well, obviously also remembering how ridiculous we were when we were younger.

“Sorry I was so quick to jumped to conclusions,” Bella finally said,

“He probably was just laughing at something one of them said,”

I now wish I wouldn’t have suggested that as a reason for him laughing, because now she probably thinks they’re already getting him to dislike us.

“You’d tell me if anything were going on, right?” she asked.

“Of course,” I assured her.

“Good,” she said. I thought about maybe telling her about Harry giving me a ride home and staying at my house, but I figured it would be best if I didn’t.

I know I’d always promised her that we’d tell each other everything, ever since we were younger, but some things she was just better off not knowing. I mean nothing was even going on with Harry and I, so telling her could just turn into useless information that will only cause conflict with us, and I really hate fighting with her. The two of us finally walked outside to where Bella’s mom was now waiting for us.

“Did you girls have fun?” she asked us once we got into the car.

“Yeah, we did,” I answered.

“Until we ran into those hockey jerks,” Bella said, like she always does.

“I never would’ve guessed,” her mom said sarcastically.

“I’m sorry but I’m tired of seeing them everyday,” Bella said.

“Well then stop going to Gabrielle’s rink and just wait for her in the lobby,”

“But I don’t want to,” Bella complained.

“Then that’s your problem,” her mom said, and Bella huffed and say back in her seat.

“Well anyway, I’m sorry about yesterday Gabrielle, I wish I would’ve know that I wasn’t going to be able to come back afterwards,” Bella’s mom apologized.

“It’s fine,” I assured her.

“Bella told me you had to wait at the rink until your dad got off work, how was that?” she asked.

“I found ways to occupy my time,” I told her, not necessarily lying because that was true.

I just left out that I wasn’t there for as long as they thought I was.

They soon arrived at my house to drop me off, after we made a couple of stops. All we really had to do was Bella’s mom had to drop off a package at the post office, and then she went through a drive thru to get us some late lunch. Bella’s mom pulled up into my driveway, and I said bye to both of them before getting out of the car.

Once I was inside my house, I set my bag from the drive thru that we went to on the kitchen counter, and then went upstairs to change clothes.

After I was changed, I head back downstairs, and then began to open up the bag with the sandwich that I had ordered inside. As I was eating, I grabbed my phone out of my skate bag that was still on the kitchen counter where I had put it when I got home.

When I pressed on my phone, I saw that I had received a new text from Harry. I responded to his text that was asking what I was up to; by just say that I was eating. I knew he was in the middle of his hockey practice, but he’d see the text when he was done.

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