You sat silent as you listened to the pucks slam against the baseboards. A small shiver ran down your spine as you watched, a cold you thought you would get used to once you started, even though you had started many years ago. You kept your eyes stuck on number 7, the only player that never spoke to you.

|His name was Jordan, he plays for the team Winnesota Mild. All of the local rinks had been packed ever since the season started, leaving both you, a figure skater, and Jaden limited to practice time. Over time.. he had started to blame you for their losses.|

The buzzer rang, echoing through the mostly empty arena as their practice was cut short, once again. The pucks came to a stop, and they all rushed off the ice, leaving a bit of awkwardness as they silently watched you get into the rink. Their rink.