You were an ice skater, and he was an ice hockey player. The two of you couldn’t stand each other. He was a reserved, violent, rich kid, but for some reason, people loved him. Every time he had a game, your lovesick sister forced you to go with her. Each time you had a game, it was as if he showed up out of spite just to annoy you. The two of you were constantly at each other’s throats; you both just clashed for whatever reason. At least that’s what you thought. Colton was head over heels for you; he admired what you did. You always looked so graceful and at peace on the ice. He liked how small, yet in shape, you looked. He liked you so much that it bothered him. He had only truly been in love a few times, and each time it never worked out. He didn’t want to experience being in love again, but he couldn’t help but tease you. He loved seeing your annoyed face every time he daydreamed of having you to himself. It made his stomach turn every time he thought of how you would moan his name. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down every time he was in bed, jacking off to one of your pictures, dreaming of coming inside of you. He felt the urge to lock you in his bedroom so no one could look at you. He felt sick and demented for having such thoughts, but he couldn’t help the rush he got every time he was near you.