If It Had Gone My Way

Chapter 8: Made Up

Soo sorry for the delay. I made sure to make this really long. Is it long? Compared to the others it is I guess.

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After my protests were ignored, I gave up and thought about how it wouldn't hurt to try new things. I've never been the athletic type, so I could only hope that I won't embarrass myself too much.

When we got there, Logan didn't hesitate to drag me inside and force skates on me.

"Don't I need equipment for hockey?" I gestured to the large bag he hauled as if he hid a corpse in there.

"Yeah, but do you know how to skate?" Well darn...

I took my first step on the ice. It wasn't really my FIRST step, but I haven't slated for more than five years. I doubt I still know how to.

My doubt was proved accurate when I took my first step, and did an almost full split, silently thanking myself for wearing leggings. Logan's chuckle behind me snapped me back to reality, and I hoisted myself up, clutching the side rails of the rink.

"Holy shit!" Logan exclaimed, jumping aside when a fast moving hockey puck went towards him. When I scanned my surroundings, the rink was divided into four where other players play an actual game of hockey. Two rinks were unoccupied though, and only a red line colouring a strip of ice vertically, and horizontally separated the four rinks. It scared me knowing that I could get hit anytime, and die.

When Logan urged me to let go of the rails and hold onto him so he could teach me to skate, I was a little skeptical at first but his face and eyes made it hard to deny. So, now, I'm squeezing his arm and focused on the ice, and my breathing. Some might say I was overreacting, but it truly is scary knowing the floor is slippery, and you could fall and hurt yourself any time.

"So, how are things with Jack?" He asked after a few minutes of silence. Between those three guys, I gotta say that Logan is the most mature, and less hyper. Yes, Logan has his silly, idiotic moments but Aiden and Jack have had thousands...millions.

"He's still the same." I said when his question sunk in. To be honest, I was getting slightly irritated, but more concerned.

"Same how?" He bumped his hips with mine... Well, he bumped his hips gently to my ribs since he was taller, but you know... and my skates wobbled, earning a man-girl scream from me. He ignored my reaction, and just waited for my answer.

"He's still avoiding me, and I really have no clue why. I spoke to him earlier, and he was finally gonna tell me, but then his stupid phone rang. It sounded like he has a problem or something. He looked really worried and left." He was quiet for a minute, thoroughly thinking his answer.

"If I were you, I'd man up, stomp your little ass over to him, push him against the lockers, hold his shirt and lift him up, and demand answers. As for his phone call? I don't know anything about that. We just became friends, he's not going to tell me some deep dark secret." I nodded, and was about to push him, but realized it wouldn't do good for me either. He was my stabilization, my rock, my old walking stick, if he goes I go. I'd rather have only him go.

"How lovely, I-" I jumped back, cutting my own words off when a flying puck went a foot beside me, and since we were near a wall, it collided with it making a huge, unpleasant sound. My hands shook at the sudden noise, and I saw a guy coming towards us to grab the puck.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you guys." He apologized when he saw my widened eyes. I guess it was highly obvious that I've never been on ice(for years) and that I'm not at all athletic. When I noticed that Logan wasn't answering, I quietly cleared my throat and answered with a small voice.