Boys are so annoying, you think as they enter the rink, disturbing your peaceful training. Figure skaters and hockey players never get along.

Their captain Tim, skates in your direction, lips curved in a smug smile. He's holding the helmet in his hands, his bleached hair and piercings glistering under the white light.

"You better move it, princess, don't wanna break your neck."

He teases you, making a circle around you. What an idiot, you roll your eyes at him.