“Hey.”
“Where are you?” Cal asked gruffly.
“I’m just getting ready to go to The Rink with the girls...” I explained, as I grabbed my bag.
He fell silent on the other end.
“Can you pick me up after?” I asked sweetly.
“Yeah. Text me.”
Just like that he hung up, leaving me staring at the phone in my hand.
What was up with him?
I sighed, packing my skates in my bag. I skipped downstairs and out to Sienna’s car: a gorgeous Fiat 500 in mint green. I needed to learn to drive; every time I saw Sienna’s car, it reminded me of the fact.
“Hey, girls!”
I climbed into the back and grinned at my friends.
“Hey yourself,” Rosie smiled cheerfully as she climbed back into the car after letting me get in. She turned around to face me and we chatted casually on the way to The Rink.
I hadn’t told anyone about Luke and Krystal, even though it was pure ammunition if ever I needed it; I wasn’t that petty.
My phone vibrated in my bag, and I hunted through until I found it, tugging it out to see it was a text.
LUKE:
I’m sorry about me and Krystal… I don’t love her. Not like I love you.
Fuck you, Luke.
I shoved my phone back into my bag as I became aware of a pair of eyes staring at me.
“Who’s that?” asked Rosie, her nose wrinkled as she continued to study me.
“Luke,” I replied quietly, my head pounding.
I needed a night away from drama, and it seemed to follow me, regardless.
“Everything okay? More hot guys fighting over you?’’ Rosie giggled nervously as Sienna nudged her.
“Luke texting is a good sign, right?” Sienna said hopefully, as she swung into the parking lot.
I glanced out of the window, chewing on my lip.
I knew it was difficult for Sienna, seeing as she was with Ethan. I felt bad for screwing up the dynamics of our friendship, but I was caring less and less the more secrets that came to the surface.
“I don’t really want to talk about it, guys. Let’s skate!” I suggested brightly as we walked into the stadium. We joined the queue to pay, the sound of blades slicing through the ice in the distance. The cool air made me blow on my hands and I rubbed them together to warm them up.
I paid before I made my way down to the bleachers by the rink. I laced my skates up, humming to the music.
The ice glistened invitingly before me, and I yearned to slice through it with my recently sharpened skates. I hugged my coat closer to me as Rosie danced up beside me.
“Let’s go,” Rosie squealed, her excitement infectious as we made our way onto the ice.
The wind in my hair as I picked up speed soothed my soul.
