On Thin Ice (editing again)

Chapter 4- Great, She's in my Head

Razor laced up his skates and flew across the ice like nobody in the world could stop him. But then he saw Jared in front of him and showered him with ice, stopping before Razor checked him into the boards. Jared took a stride to the side and began to skate around easily with Razor. Razor was always the first one on the ice for practice because he liked the feeling of the freshly resurfaced ice, and he was the one to make the biggest mess of it.

"Whoa, dude, don't kill me." Jared responded.

"Watch where you're going, next time, Jared." Razor mumbled, picking up speed again, skating next to Jared.

"What's up with you? You've been weird lately." He asked, skating at the same pace as Razor. It wasn't a good question to ask. Jared knew the base of the conflict between him, Austin and Blaze, but he didn't know any of the details. He wondered if asking that question was a mistake and if he wanted to take it back, if it was a deeper, more complicated affair than he had thought it would be. Austin swung by the pair skating, and he was still salty and angry at Razor. Austin answered for Razor, only making Razor angrier. 

"Oh, it's nothing, it's just that girl messing up his flow, the struggle to pull his AP US History grade up, and the list goes on. You shouldn't have asked." Austin answered. 

"Listen, dude. I get the APUSH thing. I do. But the thing with Blaze, in the end, it doesn't even matter. She's one girl, and you already have a girlfriend. Just because you have a few classes together doesn't mean you guys have to interact. Just let it go." Jared responded. 

"Yeah, I agree with Jared here. Ever since Blaze came around, you've been so obsessed with figuring her out or just being plain angry that you've been ignoring Allie. She's about ready to call it off with you, dude."

Before Razor could say anything else, but after he was thoroughly pissed off, Coach started practice. After warm up, they split themselves in teams. They started running some drills, pucks were scattered across the ice, and coach blew his whistle. Razor forgot about everything for a little while, until practice ended. He spotted Blaze in the stands in the same spot as always, and he didn't know why she stayed, but then he realized it was because her brother was watching with wide eyes at the his team. Coach called her over at the end of practice.

"Hey!" He said to grab her attention. She lifted her eyes out of her book and brushed her hair away from her face.

"Hello?" She responded back, almost as a question.

Razor was walking off the ice as this was happening and he rolled his eyes and leaned his head back. He wasn't liking his coach's thinking and how this was gonna pan out.

"I'm Coach Michaels and I coach for the high school team. I saw you on the ice in between practices a few days ago, and I was wondering if you would consider joining the hockey team." 

Razor was right. That was exactly what he had thought would happen, and he dreaded hearing her answer. 

"No, but thank you. I don't even know how to play, and I don't have much of an interest in it. Sorry." She responded.

"Your brother, Dallas, is the star of 16U. You've gotta know how to play, and you're really stable and strong on skates. Please? No pressure, just some skating around and some basic technique stuff. Ten minutes. You don't have to agree to anything."

She finally succumbed because she knew there was no way she could get out of it, and her brother was nearly begging her to do so. He really loved the sport and he just wanted to share it with his sister. She did it for him, Razor could tell.

He gave her a stick that looked about right for her size and she just went out there and skated. A few players, including Razor, were hanging around to see what was happening, and nobody was sure what to expect from it. It was as if they had held a collective breath together, not sure if they wanted her to be good or not.