Off The Ice

Chapter 3

"Hey, are you sure you're okay? You seem a bit on edge." Troy says as we find a place to sit on the couch.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Really." I say, moving the handwarmer around in my left hand while my right hand holds my cup. The heated rice inside the cloth of the hand warmer soothes my skin.

"Was that Harry that I saw you talking to?"

"Yeah. You know him?"

"No not really. His girlfriend is in my English class though so I invited her. She doesn't stop talking about him all during class so I figured she would brign him."

"She's not his girlfriend." I say without thinking.

"So? What difference does it make? They're probably doing- That every day anyway. She's kind of a slut."

"Well aren't you judgemental." I tease.

"Okay, can you honestly look at her and tell me that she doesn't look trampy to you? Really?" 

I glance over at her and Harry and survey her skimpy outfit once more. "No, I guess not. Plus he did tell me that she uses pleasure for bribes."

"Pleasure?" Troy asks, completely oblivious. All I do is raise my eyebrow and he gets it with a dramatic, "Ohhhh...." Looking away from my eyes because of the awkward subject brought up. 

"So what do you like to do for fun, huh? I think my hobby was made pretty clear. What about you? Do you play any sports?"

"Yeah, actually. I'm pretty good at hockey believe it or not."

"So you can skate too?"

"A little, just enough to get me around the ice. I'm nowhere near as good as you." 

I blush as he tuckes a stray piece of hair behind me ear. I can tell he's about to lean in to kiss me. My assumption is correct as he starts moving his head towards. "I have to pee." I blurt. He laughs at me and leans back a little. "Sorry, too much info. Where's your bathroom?"

"Upstairs, second door on the right."

"Thanks. I'll uh be right back." I say before quickly standing up and rushing to the stairwell. It's not that I didn't want to kiss him, it's just that I don't want to kiss him, here, at a party, not twenty minutes after I've met him. We've barely broken the ice; pun intended.

I find the bathroom and knock on the slightly cracked door. It swings open and I find Harry sitting on the toilet on his phone while his lady non-friend snorts a line of coke on the bathroom counter. Neither of them notice me at first, but when the girl lifts her head up she sends me a nasty look. "Get the fuck out of here!!" She yells. She attempts to slam the door in my face but Harry's hand shoots out before it goes more than three inches in my direction, He side-steps the girl and joins me outside the bathroom before slamming the door behind him. I look up at him and he's just staring at me.

"Hey, uhm, sorry about earlier. I didn't meant to offend you I was just being honest."

"Me too." 

"Okay, well for your information I am not a virgin Mary."

He raises and eyebrow at me in disbelief. "You? Not a virgin Mary? You're wearing a baggy dress with thick stockings and a heavy jacket, you haven't taken your scarf off all night, you're wearing barely any makeup which, granted, isn't entirely a bad thing, you come to a party and can't keep off your precious ice, you had to have your friends set you up with that dick in there because you're too scared to get your own dates, you rejected his snog at a fucking party, need I go on?" My mouth kept dropping with every word that fell out of his filthy mouth. "Oh, and you're uncomfortable with the topic of sex."