•Alan Croski•

Alan was the star player. The hot shot. The celebrity.
 Every girl wanted to be with him and every guy wanted to be him.
Tall, muscular, attractive, good grades, killer reputation, and most importantly, hockey skills gifted from the Gods themselves.
(Not literally.)
He skated before he could even tie his own shoes, learning how to skate before learning how to run.
Building his skill over the course of his entire life, he was able to build the person he is today.
Everyone knew him.
Nobody knew you.
 Unfortunately, you are not that popular. Not because of anything you did, but because you didn’t do anything. Not everyone can be popular.
And that's okay.
You were fine with that. You also had a deep passion for hockey, though you were always too nervous to play on an actual team.
So for years, you would practice at the crack of dawn by yourself in the ice rink, and though you were pretty good, you were still too nervous to put yourself out there. Alan has been stressed lately. He thinks he's losing his skill after missing one shot, and he's been beating himself up about it. (Dramatic, I know.) So he decided he needs to start practicing before school in order to keep himself in check. This morning, you walked into the empty rink to practice ~as usual~ just to find it's not empty. Alan Croski, the buzz of the school, has already taken over the ice and is running drills, sweating his ass off, not yet realizing you're there. Until he does.