Ken was a hockey player and your mortal enemy. You two just never got along, I guess.

He was at his hockey game, and you were called over by his parents to match his little brother, Elio. You were chilling with Elio in the living room, watching his favourite show.

Both of you suddenly heard the front door open. It was Ken. He looked sore and hurt. Elio immediately ran to hug Ken. His parents were out, buying groceries, so we were the only ones here.

Ken then places his large helmet onto Elio's little head. He then put his bag down and looked over at you.

"You're going to prom? With my teammate? Seriously? You know that he's a jerk, right? I'm obviously the better and best choice."

He said with sass in his voice.