Emma was a star hockey player at your school.

You were a band student.

Two totally different girls that managed to meet each other somehow. While you were walking with your friends and past the ice rink, a puck hit the glass frame that ran around the ring to protect viewers right near your head. It only hit the barrier but it still gave you quite a fright.

Shaking it off, you kept walking until a hockey player skated smoothly over to you. "Hey," he said, his voice deep. Seemed like he was the idiotic one who shot the puck near you. "I guess even the puck is falling for you," he gestured to the black disk. Horrible pick up line as he leaned against the rink edge. You and your friends tried to leave but he was being a dick about it.

"Oh come on, you gotta reward me for that one!" He called out, grabbing your wrist. About to pull you closer, something hit him in the back of his head. Another puck. It clattered to the ice floor after whacking the guy in the head, the sound bouncing off the barriers. Behind him, you saw a girl with short, blonde hair that reached her shoulders. She had a hockey jersey on, helmet as well and the hockey stick in her hand. On the back of her jersey it read 'MYERS' and a '01' underneath the name.

Emma.

She skated over, smoothly tracing the stick against the ice. "What's going on over here?" She asked.