Chapter five
In the middle of the morning, I decided to go on a job hunt walking around nearly ten miles away from campus to check if there were any signs of shops, restaurants and cafes places that had a poster on their door wanting to hire more people wasn't my first time of waiting tables I have done it at my uncle's restaurant four years ago, I used to help out working there now I wandered towards all of the open local businesses in this area along with Natalia including Rochelle did not have any morning lectures today too.
To be fair, I could truthfully use a job to help me keep my mind off of the ice rink as this searching for a while now to find a job for me and then we all pretty much felt hungry from not eating breakfast this morning so we took a hiatus from looking for a job until we ended up walking into a cafe to buy brunch when Natalia my dark curly long hair, light brown skin colour, supportive friends, amazing at giving me advice, strong-willed and determine friend has offered to pay for my order of a pumpkin spice latte with a Danish pastry.
We were going to need all of the energy that we were going to get from this because I didn't plan to fall asleep during my important lectures. Then I heard Rochelle talking about how this place was hiring people to work here.
"Look at what the cliff cafe had put up on their noticeboard." Rochelle pointed out to me.
A brown-haired boy walked into the cafe who looked to be around the same age range as me came up to the cafe counter to order his hot drink he looked fairly attractive to me however, my mind was more focused on pulling one of the numbers from the poster asked for wanted help politely excusing myself from the table to write down the number on a piece of paper napkin.
Employment was all on my mind right now but I was so happy that I don't get to hear the words again and Jessa in the same sentence because I've been working my butt off so hard to get where I used to be yet here I was sitting in a warm and fuzzy cafe dined a pastry delight to be fair I should be grateful that I don't have worse luck than this.
Furthermore, we were distinctively chatting amongst ourselves whereas I was wondering if I could take up other sports even though ice skating was the wind beneath my feathery wings that made me feel invisible strong enough to face the world and now that was being stolen from me.
I started with my plan A backup plan if figure skating doesn't work out for me but I want to focus on the positive side of things learning that I was more than my career
"Speaking of jobs. I don't know why you didn't say yes to helping train our varsity hockey players." Natalia raised an eyebrow in my direction and then carried on to say "I don't know what past opportunity is preventing you from accepting the job but remember you're stronger than that." she said to me.
Our campus was just a couple of minutes away from here and we decided to walk back to the university grounds something about saving the planet or none of us owed a car so I decided to divert the topic to something else because anytime someone mentioned the past I feel like I have this sick feeling in my stomach that makes me want to vomit as the winter winds blow breeze in the air all around giving me a gentle reminder that I wasn't on the ice rink rather than just simply breathing hating the same old scar which makes me feel less than perfect.
"Because it is completely complicated right now," I said as an excuse to Natalia.
As we discussed other things like who was throwing the biggest rager of a party next week Friday at the hockey team house maybe drinking my sorrow would be great for me now but not in the long run as my first resort I would just eat loads of chocolate in my room while singing and dancing as the music played through my light blue headphones except for the fact that I was no longer at home.
I just go for long periods of walks or run in my sports clothes outside the campus to help me clear my mind and sometimes help me stay in an optimistic mindset that comes from the good endorphins too.
There was a campus-wide text chain that set off all of our phones to vibrant with a text message from Grayson Lomax the hockey team goalie inviting everyone else on campus to come to his party at their house around eight-thirty pm in the night and then we all started talking about it on our way towards the campus hearing a crowd of people who were talking about the hype of the party near the entrance.
We all used our card IDs to allow us to get access to walk into the building heading to the common room to talk for a while longer until our lessons had started.
"I know exactly what we all need right now. It is a party so that we can relax and unleash a free side of ourselves." said an easygoing Rochelle.
Moreover, the second change was all I dreamt about at night after a nightmare of an accident trying to achieve a triple jump was lethal once again being an overachiever was draining all the energy out of me as I was thinking on focusing all my attention on my studies because alcohol can make me be another loose version of me and I was going to meet up with my old ice skating coach to talk a few details out and my agent telling me that there was another open spot.
Is it funny that most lonely people have people around them but nobody else knows those people because they often hide everything with a fake smile?
"I don't want to go to the party because I have a busy schedule next Friday," I said to Rochelle.
"Everyone else is going to be there, even Erick Young."Mentioned Rochelle
A crowd of people started running into the hallway like a flock of birds in the sky to the source of the problem we joined them to see that two people were fighting on the floor just a few minutes before the teacher showed up in the hallway calling off the fight when Asher saw me then he winked at me and I pretend not to notice him because that would draw a lot of attention on me with people's eyes especially if his fandom of hockey bunny or whatever they call them.
"Oh my goodness, what if one of the biggest hockey players was paying attention to you and you just smiled and walked past him?" asked Charlie.
Slowly stopped by the restroom to wash my hands and give myself a mental prep talk when we went outside in the hallway to walk to our classes not knowing how exactly to respond to Charlie's question about what was going on between Asher and me because nothing was going on even, if I did say that we were just chatting with each other on the phone. They might make something out of it so I decided to shrug my shoulders and subtly said "It is nothing but we just text each other."
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I was still tired from all of my late nights trying desperately not to fall asleep in class as I felt someone lightly tapping my shoulder while I looked at him over my shoulders softly letting out an exhale to see what he wanted as he did hand me a packet of his strawberry laces sweet underneath the table whilst someone else in the class raise their hand-ups to ask our lecturer questions based on ethics and theories book so I took one out of the packet silently munching on it.
Hopefully, the rest of the day goes by smoothly and I could go over my notes tomorrow afternoon before class starts.
There were a couple of class open discussions which turned into a debate talking about different perspectives of professors who were in their thirties around the time that they had discovered a theory.
The lecturer dismissed us once our lesson was finished.
"Thank you for offering the good stuff," I said appreciatively to him.
One class was done and I only got modern craft classes next as he had walked me to my last class of the day when his friends came over to us.
"The goods stuff, yeah," he smirked and winked at me playfully.
Playfully, I nudged his shoulder when shaking my head at him, teasing me like that ignoring the double dirty meaning behind those words that have just left his mouth and thinking that I should probably call upon the job I have found working in a diner.
However, he was such a flirt sometimes as my eyes scanned the hallway simply not caring about how many girls were burning holes into my skull right now because none of it affected me besides that I just wanted to go back to sleep already even though I was wondering if I should maybe bunk a couple of lessons.
Furthermore, we stopped right outside of my class merely a few minutes before I stepped into the classroom, I turned around and he nodded his slightly tilted head at me with a smile on his face when he heard the words escape from my mouth by just simply acknowledging the fact that he has made my day a little bit better.
"Get your mind out of the gutter, Beckett." I suppressed my urge to laugh.
Once my last hour of the class ended I went straight to my normal spot on campus sitting outside near the water fountain during lunch break to clear my mind and tell myself to get a grip on reality.
If I ever was going to the championship of figure skating then I might as well start getting my life together too.
Forcing myself not to turn back into the old me who has spent a life indoors at her parent's house and avoided the newspaper including the press not only that but I don't watch the news anymore all thanks to one great tumble on the ground mortified I watched my career goals crashes straight out of the sky with it.