Magnolia in May [H.S]

Part thirty-nine

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Magnolia

A week.

That's how long it's been since I've talked to him. No responses to my texts, no calls. Not even a 'hey' at the rink. Nothing. It worried me in the sense that I did something wrong, though I can't say for sure since he's dropped off the face of the earth. My thoughts loomed in the tense setting, building off my already stressed exterior.

I sit at the table, completely tucked in where my father and mother converse. I couldn't help but keep an ingrained scowl on my face with the fact Florian was placed next to me. Talking over as if I wasn't there. You see it was a common occurrence- my father inviting my ex-'friend' to dinner. He was a regular at the Finn-Morello household which is why I didn't jump at the opportunity to have dinner with my parents, ever.

"Heard you landed your first triple axel today- what was it- six? Seven months since you last landed one." Florian plays dumb, but he knows exactly what he's doing. And he also knows why I was able to land those jumps in the first place. It wasn't solely based on a healthy dose of hard work it was because I was high on adderall.

"Yeah, six months. It was sloppy but I landed it, now I just have to do it a few dozen more times until Regionals." I stuff salad into my mouth, shoveling it to distract from the glares my father was giving me. Concerned on the surface but I knew deep down it was filled with some sort of hate. A hate that festered there.

"I just find it... a miracle, how after all this time- now. You managed to land one.." His hinting is the least bit subtle, I choke back my urge to blurt out things. Sighing in a deep assuring breath. "It's absurd." I cough on my drink, the anger starts boiling inside of me.

"If that's absurd I can't imagine what you think of the perfect scores you manage to get in comps." He clenches his jaw at my backhanded statement. Curling his fists on the surface of the table. He wants to play this game so can I, why not bring up his cheating?

"No, he is right Louisa," My father chimes in from across the table. Silence washing over the room. "How does Lei feel about you landing the jump, she been with you the whole time?" He raises his eyebrows at me as a form in intimidation. This doesn't work on me- not anymore at least. I've grown nearly immune to his antics.

"What are you implying?" I say coldly, holding my ground as I take another bite. Staring him directly in his eyes, I use his own tactic against him. Keeping a collective state. The years of work had paid off, my expression unbothered.

"I'm not implying anything. I'm just merely stating the facts right in front of us Louisa. This behavior of yours is unsettling to say the least- it reminds me of- well. You know." Those words were like a dagger to the heart, the smug look on Florians face was just the cherry on top of the mortification. I could feel my temper slipping from my needy grasp, through my palm and then out my fingers.