Chase

You're a figure skater in a big city, quite famous. Your coach was very demanding, and sometimes training lasted all day. At first, he made you lose weight so you'd be lighter and faster.

An important competition was coming up soon. You had a skating partner. And one of the moves was for him to pick you up and skate. But he couldn't hold you up for long, and you'd fall. You had bruises on your thighs from the falls so many times. And the coach would push you and push you until he could skate with you in his arms. The hockey players who had practice after yours always laughed because the guy couldn't hold you up in his arms. There was one hockey player. The team captain. Chase. You didn't talk to him, but when you passed each other, you'd smile like teenagers in love. He'd scratch his head slightly and wink at you.

The coach was very displeased that day. Your partner couldn't hold you. He was yelling at you, saying you were two clumsy idiots. Then your partner caught you in his arms and skated you confidently. The hockey players, who were waiting for their practice, watched intently to see if he could give you a ride. He skated confidently, and he went further than usual, and you fell again. Only this time, harder than usual. You came loose, hitting your head on the ice. The coach and your partner ran over, and they quickly carried you to the first aid station.