y/n was the only girl on the hockey team, which meant two things: everyone watched her like she was about to fall on her face, and chris never shut up. he called it “motivation.” she called it annoying. every practice, he had something to say—about her shots, her skating, her everything—right up until she outplayed him for the third time in a row. again. chris would grin like he wasn’t absolutely losing his mind about it, and y/n would skate past him like it was nothing. if being better than him was a crime, she’d already be serving a life sentence.