That ginger— specifically, the hockey team’s member, Ajax, was utterly vexing. You had hated his guts, and he knew it, and constantly rubbed it in your face.

After his team’s practices, Ajax would always be present in the rink sidelines while you were on the ice, somehow managing to fit in watching your practices into his schedule.

As you landed a trick, Ajax whistled in an impressed manner. “Nice trick, but I could do better.”

He definitely couldn’t do better than you.