Who Am I

Chapter 9

Who Am I - Chapter 9

“A hockey rink?” I asked again. Sam starred at me blankly.

“What, you don’t like it?” Sam asked disappointed, we are sitting in his truck, engine off; starring at this brick building that is the hockey rink Sam goes to.

“And you say this is romantic?” I asked confused. He shock his head and smiled.

“Just wait.” He did a promising smile; he left the truck so I followed him shortly. The arena didn’t look like an arena, most are in the shape of a dome or close to a circle, and this was a brick building, not to mention the maroon color of the bricks is already chipping and fading. The front entrance door is broken, Sam explained, so we had to take a back door, which looked like a fire exit. It shouldn’t be used. It was a small and narrow space, dark and moist, I felt like a mouse sneaking through undiscovered holes in a home.

The cement steps where small, to climb the steps you had to put your foot at an angle, if you place your foot forwards, you will feel like you are on an edge; just about to fall. There was one single bulb on, that was at the top of the stair case, it did not have a cover around it, it was just there; covered in spiders and its web‘s. Sam opened the small framed door, and you were at the second, the top, level of the arena, the lights were left on, air conditioner left on, full max.

The rink looked barely used, like it was brand new, waiting to be skated on. Sam and I were at the top level of the seating area, we went down the steps to be face to face with the rink.

“Is it alright that we can come here?” I asked concerned.

He smiled, “It’s alright.” I started to think about my outfit, I was in a whit silk top and a blazer, Sam was in a pair of dark rinse jeans and a tight grey shirt that showed of his muscles perfectly. Am I overdressed?

“We aren’t skating are we?” I questioned him nervously.

“What are you scared of the ice or something?”

“No,” I began to protest. “I just haven’t skated before that’s all.”

“Well it’s your lucky day, we aren’t skating today, but I will teach you next time.” He flashed me another one of his promising smiles,

“And what makes you think that there will be a next time?” I teased, he grabbed my hands and brought me close to him, he starred deep in my eyes, like he was searching my thoughts, he brought his hand up to my face, moving aside whatever hair that seemed to bother him. He leaned down slowly, making the anticipation for this kiss to be full of excitement.

Not even a centimetre of space between our lips, “I know,” He began in a whisper. “That there will be a next time.” He kissed my lips so softly, that it could have been a finger brushed against them. His hand pressed against my cheek. I wanted more, I needed more. I kissed him back. I didn’t think of my issues at home, Sam made them go away. If only this could last forever.

“This isn’t your person kissing rink Smith!” A loud voice echoed the arena. We snapped out attention to the source of the sound, up in the stands stood a guy, about Sam’s age, he had a hockey bag on this right shoulder, holding a pair of skates in his left hand.

“Goodnight Alex.” Sam waved him off; Alex flashed a grin and left shortly.

“Who’s that?” I asked. Sam grinned before answering. “Alex, Alex Lovejoy, we play on the same team, ever since we were kids.”

I nodded, not knowing how to reply, I was so flushed with the kiss I didn’t feel like myself. I felt like I was floating or I was that girl with no problems or issues, that everything was fine.