My Love on the Ice

•I'm Sorry•

"These uniforms are so dull" Harley shifts foot to foot on the ice as we both lean on the boards. The coach is dealing with some stuff in the locker room so all of us are out just waiting for practice to start.

"Dull?" I cock my eyebrow after I took off my hockey gloves.

"Yeah the school colors are white and gray. They chose the saddest colors. Why?" Harley starts to get rather aggressive with his signing. "Who chose the colors to begin with? I'll just make a new uniform." Harley let's out a exaggerated breath and rolls his eyes.

I laugh and lean against the boards and glass. "Your really passionate about this?"

"Hell yeah I am. People will not be able to look away from the other team, not for the sake of them playing better but rather just because they look better." Harley runs a hand roughly through his hair.

I can't help but smile widely. "Then design one. I'll join in on it if you want."

Harley looks at me sideways and then a mischievous smile slowly creeps onto his face. "I need you to be my model."

"Model? What's this talk about that?" Dalton comes skating up right next to me as my eyesblow wide.

"Wh-why?" I can't help but stutter. "Why did you only understand that?"

Dalton laughs and shakes out his legs. "I have my reasons" and he winks.

I roll my eyes and look back at Harley. He was now leaning his full back on the glass, his helmet was off in him his hands, resting in front of him. Platinum hair splayed all over his forehead and down his neck as he looked up and off into space. He looked lost in thought as he was bitting his lip. Harley suddenly turns his head and looks at me then skates away. I track him with my eyes.

"Whoa dude. Don't let Daisy see you with that face." I hear Reeces voice now as I finally snap out of it.

"What?"

I just get both males laughing as they to skate away in response. I then realize that the coach was on center ice already. I clear my throat and make my way over there. "What did I look like just now?"

"Alright team." The coach starts as I find a gap in the circle of bodies to stand with the rest of the team. "I have.." he trails off and my stomach flips at such a pause. "There seems to be some money problems.. there isn't enough 'donations' for the rink and the district is starting to see no real purpose for the rink to be campus." The coach gets it out and looks in pain after informing us about this. I mean I also felt terrible as a wave of nausea washes warmingly down my throat.

"What..?" I hear one of my teammate whisper and I realize the feeling in the room. It felt really heavy, it was sickening.

The coach sighs and looks at the number 52. "That's what was discussed at the meeting this morning. So with that being said, they are giving us a few days notice before the rink is shutting down for good."

Then the rink breaks out into chaos. Everyone's face twists into a look of exasperation. The team was vivid as they started to complain loudly a few swears and choice words echo off the walls as the coach just stands there. He knew we all needed to get it out of our system.

I tried to stay cool and just stand there gripping the sleeve of my jersey tightly, hitting the blade of my skate on the floor a few times.

There was a sound of fast skating and I see Harley go up to the coach looking confused and trying to motion the best he can to ask what was wrong and what had happened. Oh my god I forgot he couldn't hear any of that. So I took initiative and skated over to those two setting my hand on Harley shoulder to get his attention. I sign to him almost exactly what the coach had told us.