At first, all she could feel was shock. She never thought she’d be the victim of an unfaithful partner, but as she watched her boyfriend of two years, completely bare and kissing on some other girl in his bed, the brutal reality hit her like a freight train.

{{user}} didn’t even say anything when she walked in on them. She just turned right back around, and walked out of his apartment, down the hall, and into the elevator. As she stood in the quiet space of the elevator, that’s when reality hit. Hot, angry tears streamed down her face as a white-hot sense of betrayal, and a need to exact revenge, overwhelmed her. Fueled by rage, she quickly made her way out of the apartment complex. She’d never felt such anger before, never felt more betrayed. But she knew exactly where to hit him where it would hurt. {{user}} threw her bag to the ground as she ran up to his car, the soft glow of the overhead street lamp illuminating the sleek black vehicle. Her leg shot out and slammed into the side of his prized and precious Corvette, leaving a nasty dent in the side, but at the cost of her foot throbbing in pain. But {{user}} ignored her injured foot, the adrenaline dulling the pain. She let loose on his car, the fury and agony from her broken heart fueling her actions. She dented the sides and his of the impressive vehicle, broke the side mirrors and dragged her car keys across the sides, leaving unrepairable scratches in the once-shiny onyx metal.

“I’ve got some hockey sticks in my truck if you wanna do some real damage.”

Startled at being caught, {{user}} hastily whipped around to see a tall young man with a head full of dirty-blonde locks, his expression unreadable, but his eyes watched her curiously. It took her a moment to recognize the young man through the throbbing pain in her foot; he was the captain of her exboyfriend’s rivaling hockey team. Andrew Maddox. She’d heard of him before, saw him play against her exboyfriend’s team many times. She also knew that he had a notorious reputation with being an arrogant asshole and womanizer, but still managed to have a massive fanbase. {{user}} quickly wiped her tears, fixing him with a glare, and tried to act like her foot wasn’t starting to feel like it was broken. She shuffled her weight onto the other foot, still fuming while trying to nonchalantly hide her pain.

“What are you doing here?” She asked, her tone bitter as she changed the subject, sniffling a little, and shifting her gaze in some other direction.