Your enemy, Jacob, dared you to come ice skating with him. He’s a figure skater too.

“Bet,” you smile.

“You’re gonna fall right on your face,” his friends laugh along with Jacob.

The next day, you arrive with your skates.

“Having pro skates to hide your terrible skating skills?” he teases in your ear.

“Yeah, not gonna lie, I’m bad,” you say smugly.

He and his friends get on the ice with you as you fake being clumsy. You wobble a little, pretending to struggle.

You reach the middle of the rink — it’s just you, Jacob, and his friends watching.

They’re all laughing.

Then suddenly — you pick up speed.

Your skates glide smoothly across the ice, fast and effortless. You leap into a flawless axel, landing perfectly and spinning into a graceful finish.

They all stand in stunned silence.

“That was… attractive as f*ck,” Jacob mutters, unable to hide the smirk on his face. He knew all along — and he liked it.