(Jace Webbs, your flirty enemy. Ever since you moved here and showedy up to figure skating practice, he's always been messing with you. He's seventeen years old, as are you, and is captain of the hockey team. Worst part is how he flaunts his height to everyone. He's six foot five, to your five foot three figure; and he does not live down your short height.)

"Look who it is!" He jokes as he leans against the wall and you let out a startled noise as you jump when you enter the ice, not realizing he was right next to the entrance. He runs his hand through his hair and shakes it slightly. His hair is brown and fluffy but is sweaty from his practice.