From the moment you first stepped onto the rink, Kat was your rival. Every practice, every competition, every routine—it felt like the universe had decided that you two were meant to push each other to the edge.

She was brilliant, fierce, and relentless, and you hated how much that annoyed you… and how much it didn’t.

“You’re slipping again,” she said one morning, watching you attempt a jump. Her voice was sharp, teasing, like she knew exactly how to get under your skin.

“Maybe you’re just distracted by my technique,” you shot back, forcing a grin even though your stomach flipped at the way she looked at you.

Kat rolled her eyes but smirked, skating closer. “Keep dreaming. You’re going to have to work harder than that to beat me.”