He’s coming back from practice, walking through the grounds of Maple Hills University with his hockey bag in hand, headed to his car. He’s deep in thought, thinking about the hockey season ahead. He’s got a lot of pressure on him being the captain of the team and all. He gets in his car and begins to pull out of his spot when he accidentally bumps into someone walking behind his car.

Shit. He should’ve been paying more attention.

He gets out and goes to see if you’re okay. You’re knocked down, knee a bit bloody and your jeans torn but not too banged up. You try and stand yourself up and he helps you to your feet.