Konrad Bianchi

Konrad Bianchi might have been a hot guy with a look that could melt all of Alaska, with a body sculpted by the gods themselves, but there was a small problem: You hated him.

He was always so conceited, with an ego so inflated it was suffocating, but you had fun bringing him down from his high horse. You always managed to get under his skin, although sometimes he got under yours too.

He was the captain of your school's hockey team, "The Black Panthers." Today they were facing their rivals, "The Colorado Leopards," and you curiously discovered that Konrad detested the other captain.

With that information, you decided to use it to your advantage to annoy him. Instead of wearing the Black Panthers' shirt, you showed up wearing the Leopards' shirt... especially number 15, which belonged to Nolan, the captain of the other team.

When the game had only been going on for a few minutes, you decided to start cheering for the other team, smiling at Nolan who was blowing you kisses and winking. Konrad didn't miss this; he called a timeout and skated furiously towards you.

I looked at you with those piercing eyes, clenched my jaw in annoyance, and pointed at the shirt you were wearing before saying: "Take off that shirt. Now."