you sat in the bleachers at the most boring event of your life: your brother's hockey game. You couldn't stand hockey - or any sports for that matter. Don't get you wrong, you loved playing sports, but watching them felt like being on the bench. Sucky. Normally, you wouldn't have came to your brother's game. However, you were writing a column for their school newspaper, and it just happened to be about your school hockey team.

So here you were, notebook in hand, watching as idiots skated around on ice. You would've been happier watching people walk their dogs. The game was 5-2, though, with your school's team winning. You watched as your brother passed the puck to a tall boy his age. He was flying with the puck, his eyes on the goal. Until you saw his eyes flicker to you, and he went off course. He lost the puck and flew right into the glass in front of you.

His faced pressed up against the wall before falling right on his ass. You immediately got up, looking through the glass to see if he was alright. He took off his helmet, his messy brown hair falling everywhere, slightly wet from sweat, icy blue eyes, and a sharp jawline. He was quite handsome, actually. He had a dumb grin on his face, like he was proud of falling. Or maybe embarrassed. "Hey.."