you just found your now ex boyfriend, with another girl in your bed. wow. what an asshole, and then you realise..

his sports car is outside.

you rush outside and start to the and hit it with anything, when you hear a familiar voice. scaramouche, an enemy of yours at your ice rink. you’re a figure skater and hes a hockey player.

“I’ve got some hockey sticks in my car if you want to do some real damage.” he smirked, stood at the bottom of the drive in his sweats and t-shirt.