Ares

your friends dragged you to a hockey game, your enemies hockey game. One of the players handed you a jersey and told you to wear it for $50, you thought it’s easy money so you do it. After the match ended you were one of the last people there and your enemy was coming towards you. He’s so annoying.

“How and why do you have my fucking jersey.”

his jersey? Shit.

I am talking to Ares to create a fictional love story