I look down at my empty plate. It seems as if Jake is speechless. I feel horrible. We are just getting back on solid ground and I decide to jump and make a few cracks.
“We should go. You have to be at the rink in a few minutes.”
“Yeah,” is all he says. He pays for our supper and I can't help myself. I keep my eyes focused on the ground. Jake stares straight ahead and I can’t look over at him. Silently, Jake opens the door for me and I get inside.
I look down at my hands resting in my lap as he walks around, gets in, and drives to the arena. We park alongside the building and I'm out of the car before Jake can open the door for me. The bitter air nips at my skin. It's a much welcomed distraction that I don't want to ignore. I cross my arms as goosebumps break out across my skin.
I feel hands land on my hips and turn me around. Jake tilts my chin up to make me look at him. His forehead rests against my own.
“Sweetness, I'm sorry for my reaction. I don't want you to be taken by surprise when I show more affection than usual. I love you,” he adds wrapping those strong arms around me.
“It sounded worse when I opened my mouth than it did in my mind. I'm sorry love.”
“I've got to get inside.”
Neither of us move though. I kissJake and took his hand.
“Let's go. You've got a game to win.”
Before I can get inside, Drake calls me.
“Hey, Emily!”
“Hey, buddy. How are you today?”
“Good. Has Jake's game started yet? I was wanting him to help me with my homework.”
“No, not yet. I was just about to go inside.”
“Okay. Well, can you call me when it's over and tell me the score?”
“I sure can. I'll talk to you soon.”
“Bye.”
I lean against the cement wall. Jake disappeared inside when I answered the call. I look down the walkway and see Kyle walking my way. A smile spreads from ear to ear as he catches sight of me.
“I'm happy to see you,” he says when he reaches me. “I wanted to come to see how good your boyfriend is. I wasn't entirely sure if you were going to be here or not.”
“He is one of the best,” I state proudly.
We walk over to the booth to buy our tickets. Inside the arena, we find our seats. It seems as if Kyle's knee is glued to mine. Every time I try to move it away, his always follows. An uneasy feeling rises in the pit of my stomach.
The players are skating around on the ice. I find Jake and wave when he looks my way. Soon, the game starts and my focus is completely on the ice. During second intermission, Kyle asks if I want to walk with him and get us something to drink.
“Sure,” I reply.
There are a lot of people mingling about. Kyle grabs my hand and tugs. I’m not paying attention and soon find that Kyle has led us into the janitor's closet.
“What are you doing?”
Kyle pushes me against the wall and starts kissing me. Instinctively, I kiss Kyle back. Kyle? I push him backwards as I come to my senses.
“What the hell Kyle? I have a boyfriend!”
“Sorry. I just couldn't control myself. It won't happen again.”
I leave him in the closet and return to my seat. What just happened? That didn't really just happen. Kyle wasn't that type of guy. Right?