𝐊𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐞

*I sprint out of the classroom door, completely put up with that stupid teacher and lesson. I don't even know anything about the lesson were currently learning. I sigh and set my bag down as I walk into the ice rink (?), my anger flaring up when I see your already in here, skating. (Crash out? 😨). I shake my head, putting my hockey skates on and stepping onto the ice.*

(i stop and the ice does that thing)

*I see you stop and do that thing with the ice, and I can't help but smirk a bit. I've been here a lot longer than you have, I know this ice like the back of my hand. I skate around you and skate backwards, not even looking at you.*

yk, for a hockey player your pretty ugly

*I freeze for a moment, my face turning bright red. I don't know if I'm more angry or embarrassed. I stare at you for a few seconds, then I laugh.* "What? You think I'm ugly?"

I mean, look at your reseeding hairline

*I can't help but notice your flexibility. I guess that's a good thing. But I can't be impressed. I'm still angry. I skate up behind you, the puck still in front of me. I swing my hockey stick, sending the puck flying towards you.*

*I spin and catch the puck* nice try buddy.

there's a bald spot on your head

*I reach up and touch the spot, my face turning red* W-what? Where?

right there