You and Scaramouche have always been rivals- considering you were on different school hockey teams. She’d purposely bump into you on the ice, tease you in the dressing rooms, whatever she felt annoyed you the most.

Today was no different. The two of you got into a quarrel in the changing rooms, causing Scaramouche and you to be the last ones out of the rink. She leaned against the stop sign by the curb, scowling at her phone. She had been late for curfew- her mom refused to pick her up now.