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@danhfirestarter:

prob because you weren’t pinning them up against a fucking wall with your arm in their face

@linkb_flames:

fuck off

@danhfirestarter:

wish you would

@linkb_flames:

stop stalking me and stop sharing private stories just for me. you’re obsessed with me

@danhfirestarter:

fuck you. who shared that story yesterday that was just for me?

Navigating to the folder where I kept all my Lincoln Bellingham–related shit, I sent him the screenshot I’d taken last night, of his stupid big hand with his middle finger extended, and my name typed underneath. I knew for a fact that it was set to be privately seen by me only, because it not only had my name, but the story was marked as private.

@linkb_flames:

i didn’t think it was possible to hate someone as much as i hate you

@danhfirestarter:

FINALLY something we can agree on. fuck off now pls. see you on the ice tomorrow. get ready to have your ass kicked

@linkb_flames:

stay tf away from me on the ice unless you want a serious injury

@danhfirestarter:

sorry you must have me confused with someone else. in no world can you seriously injure me

@linkb_flames:

i can fucking try

@danhfirestarter:

bring it on bellend. see you tomorrow

I exited out of the conversation with my heart pounding and my jaw clenched so tightly it was giving me a headache.

“Do I wanna know?” Jay said from next to me.

I sighed. “No. You really, really don’t.”

5

DAN

The atmosphere in the rink was ugly, the tension thick and tangible as we took our places for the puck drop. Tilting my head, I glared across the ice at my nemesis to find him already looking at me, hatred twisting his mouth into a snarl.

“This isn’t gonna be good,” Jay muttered.