Sunshiny Things (Original)

Ch. 19 Sexual Tension

Cole

"Dace!" I hear a small voice call out as they enter the rink. I look up from my journal and pause my pencil from writing. It was after school and practice ended over an hour ago. Everyone should be cleared out an especially Dickwad Dace.

"Dace!" the voice that's starting to sound a little more familiar calls out again. By now my journal is already back inside its hiding spot and I'm ready to crawl out of the bleachers. I hear the faint sound of a door being opened and shut before the voice of someone saying, "Freya!" My eyes go wide as soon as I hear her name. Which only causes me to officially crawl out form underneath. As soon as I'm fully out, I watch as both Freya and Dace stand in front of the bleachers that I was just underneath. But they have yet to notice me. What the hell are they doing here together? This is just great. Are they friends now or something? The thought of that just makes me want to puke. I duck a little and grab onto a side post to make sure that they can truly not spot me. I have to see what's happening. Not because I care, but if they're plotting against me, then I'll have to make sure that doesn't happen.

I watch as I see Dace try to convince Freya to try and skate, and I almost laugh as I see Freya rapidly shake her head in deviance. The both of them sit down on the bleachers and Dace sets the skates in Freya lap. The scene almost makes me mad, just the fact that she's already said no but he keeps on pushing it on her. Typical Dace. And just like typical Freya as well, she gives into him and slowly puts on her skates as Dace moves to the ice. I want to walk over and drag Freya out of here. I can feel her uncomfortableness radiating off her body. Again, not that I care. I just don't like seeing people being pushed to do something they clearly don't want to. Trust me, I know the feeling.

I duck down a little bit more to fully make sure that I'm not in either of their line of sight, as Freya finishes lacing up her skates and hesitantly stands up. She's already wobbling a little, and she's not even on the ice yet. This is destined to not go well.

Freya slowly walks over to the ice, and I look down at her feet noticing her ridiculous socks peaking out from above the top rem of the white skates. I don't think that I've ever seen her wear a matching pair of socks before.

When Freya reaches the ice I see her take a deep breath before setting one foot on carefully. I laugh in my head at the image of what it will be like once both feet are on. I watch as she fully descends on, and clenches onto the railing like a scared puppy. I want to help her, fix her form. But only because I'm embarrassed for her. I continue to stare and watch at both of them on the ice. Both of them laughing as Freya attempts to make a turn. I feel weird just standing here and acting stalkerish just because I'm letting my paranoia get the best of me. But for some reason, I want to know why they're here. I want to know what they're laughing about, what she's laughing about. No...I don't. I couldn't care less about what those little shits we're doing. I shake my head at myself and my preposterous thoughts that I clearly didn't think through. I take one last look at them, before I turn my head to quickly walk out before they can catch me. Or, at least I try. But I get stopped in my tracks once I hear two slight thuds come from the ice. I hastily turn back around and my eyes widen at their state. Freya is laying flat on her back, eyes screwed shut from the pain of the contact I'm sure. Dace on the other hand, is sitting up, staring down at her and laughing as he mumbles something that I can't quite make out. What the hell are they doing? I can feel my fist clench onto the edge of the bleachers, causing my knuckles to turn white with anger and emotion. But an emotion that I can't quite seem to understand. My eyes turn to the size of slits as I continue to scan over this revolting situation. And that's when I notice...his hand. Daces hand is on Freya's pale thigh, directly underneath her child-like blue jeans overalls. I didn't even recognize the tiny grunt that climbed up my throat as I saw this. I scared myself by that action. But truthfully, right now all I cared about was punching he lights out of Dace. I can't read Freya's expression to see how she's responding to this. She hates people touching her, but yet she's not moving. That is, until Freya quickly shoves his hand off her and shoots up wildly to try and escape. I can't help the cheeky smirk that overcomes me once she does. Pleased, is what I am right now. Pleased that she made the right choice and put that little shit in his place.