As Quinn prattled on with Amanda, I drew hearts into the snow with a stick. The large courtyard in front of my school had just gotten its first, thin layer of snow. "Gianna," Amanda called.
I looked over my shoulder at her, still crouched in the snow. "Yeah?"
She sighed and grabbed my arm, pulling me over to them. "Quit being weird. We're planning on coordinating outfits for the party."
"I'm fine with anything." I shrugged. I just hoped Quinn would realize she was too good for Reggie, and I'd be free from going to these parties.
"Amanda, stop being rude." Quinn defended me.
"Do you guys know if Michael will be there?" I asked hesitantly, dreading their reaction.
Slowly, Quinn's face lit up. "You like Michael?!" She screamed and everyone in the courtyard turned to look at us.
"Ah, yes! My friend, Micheal!" I clarified, for the nosy crowd. Then, I turned to Quinn and Amanda to see a nosy, Cheshire cat grin on their faces. "I don't like him. I'm curious about him."
Amanda gave me a skeptical look, "I doubt that."
Quinn smiles, "It's okay to like guys, Gigi. It's natural. I've never seen you have a crush. I honestly thought you were incapable of it."
I rolled my eyes, "I've liked guys, but I don't like Michael. I just want to know how his whole...baseball...thing is going."
Their brows furrow. "Why?" Amanda asks.
This sounds so suspicious, "Because...a girl in one of my skating classes wants to join her elementary school baseball team. Do baseball players smoke a lot?"
"I don't think so," Quinn said, clearly thinking I'm weird. "But his 'baseball'" She uses air quotes, "is probably going pretty well since he's the captain."
"But his brother died, remember?" Amanda chimed in, "Apparently they played baseball together."
Quinn hums in remembrance, "Oh yeah. He wasn't at school for weeks, but it's been a while now, and he seems fine now."
"But if you want to know more, I can ask Reggie?"
My eyes widen, and I see my stealth slipping away inch by inch. "It's fine, don't bother." I quickly grab my stuff. "I should get going, anyway." I start running away but in the distance, I hear Quinn yelling at me to wear pink.
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Broken Ice
Teen FictionGianna Clarke had never felt more trapped. Stuck in the city of dreams with no chance at her dream, she spends every day working in her aunt's ice rink, trying to forget about her career-ending injury. However, a chance encounter with her school's...
