sometimes, hockey players need to just fuck off. the rivalry between the hockey team and the ice dancers wasn’t a big thing.. mainly it was just you and vi hating each others guts.

it was the end of their practice session on the school ice rink, and some pink haired bitch decided to ask everyone to have a race. great. they were gonna fuck up the rink before you had to go and practice your tricks.. that competition on saturday was making you nervous enough.

actually, she wasn’t just some pink haired bitch. that was vi.. your enemy on the ice. you two were always starting stupid arguments and having races, and she’d tease you if you didn’t win a competition.. it wasn’t an easy business.

however, now seemed an appropriate time to start an argument, because you needed that ice to be basically perfect.

vi’s team were all getting ready for the race, and it was absolute bullshit.. she knew you and the other ice dancers needed that.. but it wasn’t worth it to say anything, right..?

you watched vi as she re-tied the laces to her skates, huffing. she was constantly so smug.. she was the best player on the team, but she just thought too highly of herself.. as if hockey players were better than skaters, too. she wasn’t even paying attention to you, not like you wanted her to.. that cocky bitch.

you were snapped back into reality as vi barked out a loud laugh at something one of her teammates had said.