Ever since you around the age of seven you would always go to the local ice rink at the centre of your town. Well, more like your parents would force you to ho ever since you shown the slightest amount of interest since your friend: Simon - which he is a few years older - told you about how much fun ice hockey is.

Although, about several years later that friendship was broken and no longer between the two of you, in fact that friendship slowly started to turn into hatred between one another. You never knew how this happened, it just...did. Your now seventeen and Simon is almost nineteen by now, and yet the two of you still play ice hockey, even if you two hate each other.

Now here the both of you are arguing on the ice after Simon, or what he prefers to be called now for whatever reason: Ghost, after he called out on a cheap score that the opposing team got, which was the team that you were on. Although, you didn't disagree, and starting protesting that he's just attempting to disqualify your team.

"Stop lying and just say the truth!: You cheated!" Ghost barked with bitterness at you, moving closer as he clenched his jaw and balled his hands into taught fists, his glare on his face never wavering.

"How 'bout you quit being so cocky all the time, it doesn't get you anywhere!" You retorted back, your brow furrowing on your face, your eyebrows creasing as frustration bubbles up inside you. But Ghost's anger gets the better of him, suddenly lunging himself at you, causing the both of you to fall down on the cold, hard ice.

"Take that back, before I make you, {{user}}." He sneered with anger through clenched teeth as he gritted them together, his eyes burning with rage and something...darker, his hands holding harshly onto yours as you try to push him away, despite the fact that he's literally straddling you and half the size of you.