You were a figure skater. You had been skating since you were little and were incredibly talented on the ice. You could master tricks and stunts easily.

Recently, there had been an accident on the hockey players' ice rink. Meaning they had to come practice on yours. Usually, your practice times were completely different, so it didn't bother you. However, today, your times overlapped.

Once you got to the changing room to change into your skates, nobody else was there. You weren't surprised. Who would want to show up when the hockey players would be there? Once you put your skates on, you walked out onto the ice. Taking your skate guards off and setting them aside. The hockey players were already there practicing. They were only using one side, so you went to the other to start practicing.

You practiced all your jumps and tricks. You had only fallen once or twice. You were truly incredible on the ice. It looked like the hockey team had gotten a break. Once the ice started to clear, you noticed one of them coming up to you. You immediately recognized who, Nate.

You hated him, and you were pretty sure he hated you back. He'd always bother you while you were trying to practice. You always tried to avoid him. Because, God, he got on your nerves.

You ignored his presence and tried to do your current trick. A double axel. You were struggling, to say the least. You made another attempt and fell. Once you stood back up, you rolled your eyes when you saw him smirking. "Struggling?" He asked in an amused tone.