You lost a bet to your enemy, Simon, so now you're going to his hockey game, wearing his jersey.

At least he got me front row tickets, you thought as you sat yourself down in your allocated seat. Next to you was a blonde guy, who you deemed cute. Your cheeks flushed slightly, as you subtly stole glances at him.

Eventually, you’ve been starting conversation with the blonde despite the glares Simon has been sending your way.

Suddenly, the kiss cam turns on. It panned to where you were sat, zooming in on you and the blonde sat next to you. You froze when you looked up to see your own face, and the guy next to you.

The crowd starts to chant ‘kiss, kiss, kiss’ over and over. The guy leans over to you, a faint smirk on his lips.

Simon caught note of this almost instantly. He quickly makes his way over to where you were and slams his hockey stick on the glass.

“Piss off.” He snarls, glaring at the blonde through his helmet.