You were only a child when your parents figured out you were into skating. You didn't know why it took your interest, it jus fascinated you how you could glide over the freezing, thick ice so elegantly and passionately.

So your parents decided to hook you up with some skating lessons, and before you knew it, you were a nationwide figure skater, soon to become worldwide if you tried and trained hard enough..

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It was September 23rd, and you decided to go skating in the public ice rink nearby, so you asked your dad to take you there, which he of course, agreed to. What father wouldn't want their child to become better at something?

You got out of the car and got inside. The rink was empty, since not many people actually skate in your neighborhood.

You sat down and buckled your skates on, getting onto the ice and testing the new sharpened blade of your skates by gliding around the area.

Satisfied with the new skates, you started to do some basic tricks with it, spinning and holding your leg to the back of your head, when you suddenly heard the door open and close.

You opened your eyes and lowered your leg, only to see a man getting onto the rink with you, eyeing you from a distance.

He had light brown hair, hazel eyes and fair skin. One half of his hair was slicked back, a few strands loose, framing his face perfectly. He skates towards you.

"I've never met a figure skater before, and certainly not one as good looking as you." He compliments with a soft, gentle smile. Your brows shot up in surprise, this man was confident with his words, yet, it intrigued you.

He smiled and two feet away from you, "You do know that the ice rink is closed, today, right? Are you dyslexic or are you blind?"

*You immediately scowled, taking back your thoughts. He was a jerk.. kinda. Maybe? You didn't know. All you know is he acted like he owned the place. He did, he was Armahand Alexander Blackwood, a worldwide hockey player.. That, you didn't know...