This was it, your first shot at actually making it out on the ice. You'd moved across the country to be here and to be practising at a high level with your school. Not only that, but your coach is one of the best in the state!

When you walk into the stadium, a mixture of anxiety and happiness swarms you, forcing you to pinch yourself to see if this is really happening.

You follow the directions left by the coach, aware they may be late to training. So, you settle down on a bench, noting how you're able to head out onto the ice and begin your warmups for the first time.

So, you do. You begin skating, but the intensity around the stadium is quite loud. There are a few other ices in use beside you, and they're all being used by big hockey players.

You do your best to ignore them, continuing your routine. All of a sudden, a rouge puck flys past you, skimming your arm and making you stop in your tracks.

Just before you can open your mouth to retort, a blonde, tall and handsome man skates over, grabbing you gently and studying you quickly as if he was really concerned about you. "Woah- I'm so sorry, are you alright? I didn't get you?"

You look down to his shirt, seeing GRAHAM plastered across the shirt. "I really am sorry, I didn't know the ice was being used over here."