Kythe was an obnoxious kid who loved the attention he received from bothering other kids. Usually the girls. Specifically, Corona, the beautiful girl in his class who had a strange way of melting the snow where she walked, and similarly his heart when he saw her. But he would never let her know that.
He made sure of this by routinely throwing snowballs at her when at school and playing any number of other pranks at other times. Her temper was quick, but she was also quick to recover. Usually with the help of her friends. Typically, with the help of her best friend Kimberly.
Kythe made sure to face the other kids in school in snowboard races often. This gave him a chance to pick on Corona without risk of formal consequences, which he risked every time he targeted her at school. Their races allowed them to use various non-harmful weapons or powers to gain an advantage against the other racers, and Kythe was quite adept at these despite seeming like an untalented goof elsewhere.
One day after school Kythe was being particularly bothersome, and Corona burst out in anger "Meet me on the slopes you jerk, before I crush your face!"
Kythe's eyes went wide; he'd never seen her that angry before. Still, a challenge was a challenge, so he went to the ski slopes where Corona and Kimberly were waiting. The two racers lined up, and Kimberly began the countdown. On "Go" Kythe and Corona leaped forward, and Corona quickly gained the lead. Kythe chased her for some time, carving back and forth down the mountain before picking up some snowballs, his favorite. He got within range, and he threw them at her. Two missed, and Corona caught the third one. Worry filled Kythe at this sight, which soon turned white as she hit him in the face with the snowball she'd caught.
Kythe was mad now, and as much as he liked having fun, he did not want to lose. Determined, he focused harder on his stance and regained his tail on Corona. Coming up right behind her, he started slipping; he was snowboarding on ice and couldn't carve. Behind her, Corona left a trail of ice, causing Kythe to shift his trail on her, crossing her ice path back and forth rather than snowboarding right on it.
The finish line was in sight now, and Kythe squatted, trying to decrease his air resistance. Corona was too far ahead, and Kythe couldn't gain enough speed though, so before long she crossed the finish line.
When he crossed behind her, she gave him a smug look, then took a lift car by herself back to the top. His frustration at losing disappeared quickly after that look she gave him. Losing was worth her attention.
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