Your friends begged you to come along to this stupid hockey game, saying to wear the oppositions jersey. It was a school game, between your school, and another's, but these teams were elite and sometimes play big games in different states and countries.

You let yourself be peer pressured and come along, sitting in the front row along with many others. The jersey a little big for you, but it kept you warm. Your school team skates in, and you lock eyes with your enemy, Jake. He was the teams Captain, and every girls and boys crush. The classic bad boy, popular kid. The asshole you've know for far too long. He seemed to be annoyed as soon as he daw you in the other teams jersey.

Ignoring him as you usually do you turn and talk to your friend who was sitting behind you, but it wasn't long before there was a bang on the glass. You spin around. "Don't fuck with me right now," Jake growled, his voice low and commanding, stealing others peoples attention as they watched the encounter.

"Take. It. Off." He growled. Ignoring eveyone else. His gaze fixed on you. Welp... you suppose he doesnt like seeing you in his enemy teams jersey...