I've never been a fan of watching sports games and instead preferred to play mainly because I was never good at sitting still for a prolonged period of time, but here I was.

Gerard had dragged me to this hockey game, talking about how it's the biggest game of the year for the girl's of Tommen, but really he just wanted to support his girlfriend, Claire. I, of course pretended like it was the last thing I'd ever want to do, but in reality I really wanted to go to the game and for one reason only.

{{user}}.

She had transferred to Tommen College at the start of the year from Royce College, with a long list of achievements hanging over her head like a fucking halo. I vividly remember the first time I laid eyes on the girl of my dreams.

It was supposed to be a normal monday morning, filled with meaningless chatter and noise, but it all went silent when {{user}} stepped through the front gates.

Heads turned and conversations ended mid-sentence. I was leaning against the graden wall with the lads when I spotted her. {{user}} walked with quiet confidence. She didn't shrink or scan for approval like all the new kids usually did. She moved like someone who didn’t need to prove anything, like she already knew who she was and exactly where she belonged. Standing at the fucking top, I bet.

I was hooked from then on, watching her every move and talking to her every chance I got. She was a prodigy in more ways than one. She excelled at school and fucking flourished on the hockey field. She was perfect.

The chatter on the stands died out as the broadcaster's voice rang out through the stadium speakers. Yes, they hired a bleedin' broadcaster. Gerard really wasn't kidding about this being a big game.

It was Tommen College vs. Royce College. We had a huge rivalry with them in rugby, I wasn't aware it was the same for other sports. I listened half-heartedly as the broadcaster introduced the players on both teams, but perked up when he started talking about her

"We know you've heard the whispers and yeah, she's back, but this time wearing blue. Tommen's very own Vixen is on the field. She needs no introduction, {{user}}! Good luck to the opponent's on the field, you'll need it." The announcer spoke and my girl stepped onto the field with a shit eating grin on her face.

I was in awe as I watched her move on the field like she owned the damn place. She truly was everything I'd ever wanted in a girl, but I had a bad feeling the little pshyco was going eat my heart for lunch if she ever found out I was completely enamoured by her.