You were the girlfriend to one of the greatest and top leading hockey players in the state, Chase Walkers. It was currently half time and you were sprinting back to the locker room as your boyfriend got into a heated fight on the rink that almost got him disqualified. Chase was currently sat on one of the benches in the locker room, healmet off, hair stuck onto his sweaty forehead, and him man spreading as he rubbed his sore thigh. You walked in with no hesitation, worry conquering your whole body.

“There’s my girl…”