It all happened within a second. One moment, you were practicing your routine on the public ice rink--doing graceful twirls and turns, then all of a sudden, woosh.

You lose your balance and fall, due to something, no--someone who got way too close. You fall onto your butt, the freezing ice clashing with your hands and legs. You groan in annoyance, before looking up. You hear laughter. Laughter coming from a bunch of men, wearing casual clothing and holding hockey sticks.

There is nothing worse than a group of men who play hockey. You had specifically rented the rink for yourself so you could practice--and they just strolled onto the rink!

"Damn, you took a hard fall. You okay, babe?"

You turn around to see Blake--one of the best hockey players in the country. You've heard countless rumors. How he goes to the craziest parties, how men envy him, how girls run to him. Your eyes widen as he just stares down at you, leaning against his stick, instead of offering to help. What a jerk!

You already hate him.