"So where are we going tonight anyway?" My voice fills the dressing rooms as I pull a baby blue, flowy dress up my thighs. I hear hesitation from my friends and I know the answer wasn't one I wanted to hear.
"To a party." Adeline's mouth practically spits the words out in hope that I won't understand.
I yank back the curtain to my dressing room and step out into the short hallway of doors as my friends do the same. "No. Uh-uh. I don't do parties, you guys know that. Besides, if Lorelai finds out that I'm spending my free time off the ice for once, let alone at a party she will have my head."
"But, it's Troy's party and he really wants you to come. And you already said yes, remember?" Chelsea argues.
"That was before I actually knew where we were going. I thought maybe a movie, a dinner even. Not a party. There's no way in hell I'm going to that."
"Please, Sutton, please!!!" Adeline pleas.
"Please, please, please!!!" Chelsea joins in.
I sigh, knowing that neither of these girls will stop begging me until I say yes and go to the damn party. With a huge sigh and an eye roll I give in. "Fine..." The both squeal but I stop them to say my next words. "But I'm only staying for thirty minutes; and hour at the most. Got it?" The both nod their heads in agreement.
They walk back into their rooms before Addie pokes her head out. "Get the dress by the way. It looks good on you." She smirks before fully disappearing behind her curtain.
"And it makes your ass look hot!!!" I hear Chelsea add with a muffled yell behind her cloth barrier. Once again rolling my eyes at the two, even though they can't see me, I decide to get the dress and put my original clothes back on.
Adeline and Chelsea decide on outfits for themselves before we all pay for our items. I'm debating whether or not to get new shoes but as I'm thinking it through I realize I would have to break them in and Lord knows I don't need more blisters on my feet.
I take the girls back to my house in my car, a 2011 Ford Focus.
As I unlock the front door I can already hear the voices of iCarly coming from the living room. I open the door and walk to the source, not surprised to have found my little 9-year-old sister perched on the couch with fruit snacks in her hand. "Hey Peyton." I greet.
She turns around to spot me and my friends standing behind the couch. "Hi Sutton, hi Addie, hi Chelsea." She gives a small wave and then turns her attention back to the flatscreen in front of her.
"I'm home and I'm going out with the girls tonight." I call down the hall, loud enough so my mom gets the information.
The girls and I race upstairs before she can spot us and tell me otherwise. Granted, she's probably going to come in my room any sec-
"What is this about you going out? I thought you were going down to the pond?" My mother isn't overbearing or controlling, she's just thrown out of order whenever I tell her that I'm doing something other than skating.
"It's fine mom. Besides it was their idea." My gesture towards my nonchalant friends gives my mom some understanding.
"Ohh, I get it. What's his name? And where is he taking you?" My mom plops herself down on my bed, ready for the juicy gossip.
"It's not like that mom. It's a huge group. We're going to his party."
"A party? I don't know about that...." She says, not like she bossing me around to not going but in the way that she's unsure if it's a good idea.
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Off The Ice
Fanfiction18 year old Sutton Caverly has been training since she could walk to become a professsional figure skater. Following in her mother's footsteps of having her time at the 2014 Winter Olympics in Russia is all Sutton has ever wanted to do. She can't re...
