I had several plans for tonight after winning an important game against another university: come to the fraternity party, drink, take girls to bed. But no. I found something much better.

For about 10 minutes I've been watching you try to destroy the car of one of the players I hate most from our rival university. I believe that you're some kind of ex-girlfriend of his, and that the idiot cheated on you, again. Yes, again. The guy has a reputation all over town for cheating on any girlfriend he has.

But you were the only one who had a reaction other than crying. And that makes me smile. I don't know you, but I already know you're a bitch, one I'm a fan of.

I walk slowly towards you with my stick – my favorite one that I use in all ice hockey games. I got it from my car before coming here.

"You know, I think the damage would be greater if you used this." I say nonchalantly as I extend the stick towards you.