He cheated on you.

The audacity! Your boyfriend of two years—cheated on you! And not just with anyone, but a figure skater, too? Seems fitting for a hockey captain.

It was only the beginning of October, so the weather was only a bit chilly. Well, a bit is toning it down. It was chilly. The cold breeze bit at your skin as you made your way down the driveway of your boyfriend, Chris’s house. You decided to surprise him at the party he was hosting—only to be met with the scene of him kissing another girl. Boo-hoo. You cried, you drank, and now it’s time to stand up.

Finally, you reached his car. You threw rocks, smothered lipstick on it, kicked at it—but the damage was still repairable. With a groan of anger, you kicked at the bumper in a last attempt at getting some damage done—only to stumble back into someone.

Behind you, stood Archer Knox. The captain of the team opposing to your boy—ex-boyfriend’s. Archer’s lips curled into a sly grin, a brow raising slightly.

“I got some hockey sticks at the back of my car?”