"Fuck," I exhale, and I stick the helmet on first, pulling it down tightly over my hair. It seems to fit, and I reach for the middle pair of shoes next, pausing when I see the odd plastic straps. I tug hard on one, but it won't come free, and when I look over at Bitty's feet for a clue, I see that his have laces. They must only come with proper skates.

"Fuck," I murmur again, poking at the buckles. I hate to admit that I don't even know how to get my skates on, but I have no idea what I'm doing. "How does this work?"