Page 126 of Ice Darling
“I heard she was dating that guy from out of town?” Watson pulls off his helmet. “Everyone said they looked good together.”
My scowl gets darker.
Theilan nudges Watson and points at me, laughing. “You made him mad.”
“You two gossip more than my mother,” I grumble, skating away.
The guys chase after me.
“I heard Brennon was supposed to be on Chance’s team today. What happened?” Theilan asks.
I shrug.
Watson peels off his gloves. “He’s not here, and the new mechanic isn’t here either. Maybe they’re together.”
“They’renottogether,” I snap, glaring at each of them.
Theilan chuckles.
Watson lifts his hands in a “my bad” apology.
Up ahead, Chance is close to the boards, blowing April kisses through the glass.
Gunner is staring at Rebel, and she’s giving him a flirty wink.
I wave to Gordie and notice Miss Potts waving at me too.
Instantly, I drop my hand and skate off, wondering for the millionth time why Cordelia isn’t here.
Watson made a good point earlier, and it’s been niggling at the corner of my brain. The only person Brennon knows in town—apart from Max—is Cordelia. They were together yesterday and would have spent more time together if I hadn’t interrupted them. Are they together today? Is that why neither of them is here?
“Are you pouting because yourladyfriend ghosted?” Theilan asks, wiggling his eyebrows.
I pretend not to hear and sit on the bench to take off my skates.
Chance is there too. “Renthrow has a lady friend?”
“Ignore them.”
Theilan laughs.
Chance juts his chin toward the stands. “Is it Gordie’s teacher?”
I take off my skates, grab my Hello Kitty towel to wipe my face, and stalk to the locker room.
Theilan joins me. “Miss Potts is hot. I approve.”
I give Theilan the stink-eye.
“What? I bet Gordie would be psyched if you dated her teacher.” Theilan opens his old locker unconsciously.
“Miss Potts is the better choice,” Watson agrees, entering the locker room too. Like Theilan, he automatically finds his old locker.
Theilan snorts. “I thought you were all about the mechanic?”
“She’s cute and all, but think about it. She’s a mechanic. She’s not the motherly type.”
Chance frowns, walking into the locker room. “Say what now?”
