“Maybe I don’t want it anymore.” Laura sounds defeated.
“You cannot seriously be saying that to me after our conversation earlier.” Something knowing passes between the two of them. I have no idea what, but I’m kind of happy I’m not involved. I feel like there’s a lot going on.
“Fine,” she mutters.
I clear my throat. “Sorry, what was that?”
“I said fine,” Laura reiterates. “I’ll let you teach me to skate.”
“Seriously?”
She takes a deep breath with her eyes closed. “Yes.”
Noelle squeals and claps her hands before she shakes Laura, unbalancing her. “This is perfect! You’re totally going to nail that audition.”
“I’ll make sure of it,” I reply. “Shall we start now?”
“No. I’ve had enough today,” Laura replies. “I need a break.”
“Yeah, your legs are going to hurt in the morning, but we could start training on Sunday, if that works.”
“It works,” Noelle answers for her.
“Hey, how do you know it works?” Laura glares at her sister.
“Because you have no friends besides Reign and Lyss.”
“That’s not true.”
“The theater snobs don’t count as friends, sis. They’re the enemy, trying to suck any bit of joy out of your life.”
My jaw clenches slightly. I should’ve known that’s who she was hanging around with. She wasn’t going to be at Aiden Matthews’s house, yet I always accepted every invitation he threw my way on the off chance she’d be there…or I’d see her lights on.
“Anyway, I’m free Sunday,” Laura answers.
“Great, we could meet at the Covey rink. I’ve got—”
She raises her hand and shakes her head. “No. I don’t want to do this anywhere near the Covey campus.”
“You want to keep it a secret?” I ask with a raised brow. History proves secrets do not serve us well, but I get it.
“Yes.”
“Okay, no problem. I’m great withsecrets.”
I’ve kept ours for a year.
I hold out my gloved hand. She glares at it, then mutters something inaudible before she shakes it.
“Oh, whatever happened between the two of you is juicy, and I can’t wait to find out,” Noelle says between us.
“Shut up, Noelle,” Laura says, her pretty eyes locking with mine.
“I’ll see you Sunday, Princess.”
That earns a gasp and a squeal from Noelle as Laura ushers her away, albeit, Noelle is doing more of the work. “He just—he just called you Princess.”
“Shut up, Noelle.”
