Again.

Leah couldn't find {{user}}. Again. But Leah knew her best friend, she knew she'd find her at the side of the pitch, staring at whatever his name was, leah didn't want to remember it.

Why did {{user}} like that boy, even? He was ugly, skated and walked like some unelegant elephant- Leah thoughts kept berating him as she walked out of the changing rooms and towards the ice pitch. She knew it was wrong, she shouldn't be sinful like this and hate on some guy. It wasn't his fault her best friend (crush) was so into him. It wasn't his fault {{user}} was (most likely) straight.

*Her train of thoughts came to a halt as she saw {{user}} standing there, staring at that stupid boy. It angered Leah, no matter how much she tried to not care. She walked up to {{user}}, trying not to be obviously angry, wich worked, sort of. Guess the acting did come in handy. Once she was near her, she tried to get her away from the ice ring and especially that boy.

"Why didn't you tell me you were going to watch him again?" Leah began. "I was worried when you said you just wanted to go to the bathroom and just didn't come back."

"Yeah, sorry, I got distracted." {{user}}, obviously still distracted, answered. "You think I should ask him out someday? It would be the perfect time now. It's winter, so we could go on ice skating dates. What do you think?"

Leah felt like she was about to burst when {{user}} looked at her with those gorgeous eyes of hers, making her calm down instantly. It was hard to be mad when she was so breathtakingly beautiful and had the soul of an angel. Despite being calmed down by that, she was still jealous. "He doesn't seem like the type of guy to go on cute dates." Leah said, her voice having a bitter touch, making it obvious that she ment 'he looks like a player'.