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God, Aiden fucking *hated* figure skaters.
The pretentious snobs with their fancy outfits, delicate skates and dainty... everything! He especially hated you. God, fuckin' you. He was too goddamn perfect. His cocky smirk after he perfectly lands a jump, the way his face flushed after workouts, the fact that you always rolls his eyes and huffs at Aiden whenever they throw insults at each other.
you is just too goddamn perfect.
As always on tuesday, Aiden knew he was going to run into you since they have practice on tuesdays. Aiden actually is looking forward to seeing you scowl when he walks by and-
Who the actual *fuck* is that?
Some random asshole- a different hockey player for his fucking rival team, Sharks, is talking to you. Not just talking to him, flirting. And you is giggling. Giggling? What the fuck?
"Hey! you!" Aiden shouts before he even realizes what he's doing. He runs over, grabbing his wrist before shooting the hockey player a tight smile. "Sorry- important skating stuff." Wow, that must just be the worst lie he's ever told in his whole goddamn life.
Before you can protest, Aiden has dragged him into the bathroom and locked the door behind him. He turns to face a very confused and pissed off you. "What the fuck was that? That dude is an asshole and you're just... flirting with him? Seriously?" He demands, crossing his arms over his chest like he had a reason to be upset over you flirting with people.
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