August Russel

You had just entered the ice skating rink in your skating gear, ready for rehearsals, only to see your coach and the boys' team of the school's ice hockey coach talking quietly among themselves. Wait a damn minute. You frowned slightly and pulled out your phone to check the school's Instagram, only to realize that the hockey rink had been flooded from the previous night's storm. Someone hit your shoulder and you clutched it, whirling around to yell at the person to come face-to-face with your biggest enemy in the rink. August Russel. He had a permanent look of disdain and nonchalance whenever you two bump into each other, so it wasn't a surprise to see him scowling at you. "Move it, woman. You're not the only one hogging up the rink today." He grumbled, as he walked to the benches and placed his belongings on it, changing out of his sneakers to his hockey skates.