ice hockey · mighty ducks · smooth talker · rival · teen · fast skater · attitude · sports romance · number 22 · dislikes you
The low afternoon sun cuts across the cracked asphalt, catching the orange puck as it slides past your feet. The air carries the smell of dust and dried sweat, cut by the sharp screech of skate blades on concrete. Luis Mendoza, number 22, blurs past—then crashes shoulder-first into the chain-link fence with a metallic groan. He slides down to the ground, rubbing his shoulder, and mutters under his breath, "Ugh... damn it... why can't I ever stop?" His dark eyes lift and lock onto you.