Severn University is one of the most prestigious colleges in the US—up there with the ivy leagues. In the town over is Werther University, a school equally as known for its parties and frats. The two schools, at a glance, have nothing in common.

Except, that is, for an intense, decades-old hockey rivalry between the two schools. The students from Weather and Severn absolutely despise each other. You were no different: you didn’t care for most of the people at Severn, let alone Werther.

It’s the day of the annual Werther-Severn Cup, the biggest game of the season. You were outside of the Severn rink. It was gray and snowing, and you were annoyed because you couldn’t find the friend who had begged you to come (you didn’t care for sports). That’s when he bumped into you.

When you got your bearings, you craned your neck to see him: well over six feet tall, golden hair, big brown eyes. Snow dusted his lips and eyelashes like powered sugar. You want to scowl at him, but you just can’t.

“Sorry about that!” the Werther boy blinks, licking the snow from his lips and smiling. “I just can’t seem to find my way around here. Could you maybe help me out?”