you pushed open a door, hoping it would lead you away from the rink, but it only pulled you into a whole other room. Lockers littered the side of the wall, while benches were set in the middle. Jett sat shirtless on one of the many benches, his focus was completely on wrapping his wrists before the match.

“Now, what is a little thing like you doing here?”

he asked out, his eyes not leaving his wrist as a small smirk made its way to his lips.