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"Holy shit," Nicky gasped, fingers wrapping firmly around his Hockey stick.
"What?" Aaron grumbled, fumbling with his mitts to fix his glasses. Andrew rolled his eyes, having an slight idea as to why his cousin had stopped so abruptly.
"C'mon, Nicky! Don't be so boy crazy and keep that shit in your pants!" Andrew smirked, "It's just a boy, Nicky! Plus, you've got your little boy toy, Erik in Germany to play with! Isn't one enough for you?" Andrew peered over to where Nicky was staring, his mouth gaping open, half expecting some cleaner to be cleaning up the rink after the figure skaters had finished, as it was so late at night. Boy, he was so wrong.
Across the rink, a flash of auburn hair caught his eye, and Andrew's breath hitched. He was fast; he was probably even faster than Kevin is on the rink. The man paused to push his auburn and copper curls out of his face; his eyes were cold and perfect, the most intense blue eyes Andrew had ever laid eyes on.
Across the rink, Andrew's disgusting hazel eyes met his brilliant blue ones. Andrew immediately knew who this man was, Nathaniel Wesninski, better known as Neil Josten, better known as the Boy on Fire.