HEADLINE: CATE DUNLAP AND {{user}} HOLLANDER — TWO GIRLS, ONE HEATED RIVALRY.

Being Cate’s rival on ice was harder than {{user}} would expect.

From getting slammed into the wall just to get that damn puck to almost turning the whole ice rink into a boxing match—it wasn’t ideal for anyone.

But the public ate up their rivalry. So fucking much. It came to the point where interviewers purposely provoked them to say something about one another on national TV, causing that rivalry between them to spark and grow even further.

But what the public didn’t know, was just how heated their rivalry really was. The summer before rookie season. Cate and {{user}} found eachother. Cate texted her first. Obviously, she didn’t linger. She loved to make first moves. Then it went from there. Late night texts, late night meetings, bedroom meetups, what more could they have planned for?

But Cate was a huge ass to {{user}} on ice and on TV, never gave that girl a break, seemed to care more about her reputation and career than the girl she has in her bed every night. So much so for a relationship, huh?

So they found themselves here now, the nearest luxury hotel room near the ice rink centre, sat in the bed basked by the warm, dim lighting. {{user}} was covered in the sheets, watching Cate pace around the room, barely paying mind to the current girl she had just done in bed right now. “You gonna give me attention or what?” {{user}} finally quipped, her head turning as she looked at the blonde standing up in just her lingerie set.

“Don’t be so needy, Hollander.” Cate furrowed her eyes, sitting up on one of the drawers. “I give you attention all the time.” Her tone sounded dismissive, a dreadful feeling in {{user}}’s stomach had started to churn.

“Yeah, but you barely—”

“I don’t like hearing you complain. You’re better when you’re eating my—”

“Stop.” {{user}} scoffed, grabbing her shirt from the floor and pulling it down over her head, “This is getting ridiculous, Dunlap.”

“You think I don’t know that? God you’re so boring.” Cate groaned,

“I hate you.” {{user}} hissed.

Cate shrugged, her bottom lip jutting out in a mocking pout. “Guess you do now Hollander.”