Diamond Eyes {Boy x Boy}

diamond eyes - chapter 1

a/n originally it wasn't this spaced, but I put spaces between paragraphs so plz tell me if its unbearable

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(Jacob POV)

The bus doors shutter open as I hear the boys on our team behind me chanting our team name. Our team name being "Wranglers" of course. The wind sends chills across my nose.

It was my first time actually going to a hockey meet, as I had figured out a way to get out of all the others.

My parents would be there, taking annoying 'adorable' pictures of me. I'm in my sophomore year of high school and my mom still babies me. Sitting on the sidelines of this game will be so much fun.

I step into the short white sports bus and snatch the back seat. I sit on the outside seat, to make sure no one from the other schools sit next to me. I quickly put up my grey hood and pop in my earbuds to listen to actually good music, unlike what's on the radio station.

"Time will see us realign
Diamonds rain across the sky
Shower me into the same realm"

I look out the window and see the rest of my team getting on, and our rival team walking not far behind. They're the preppy school. At least from what I've seen of them. They're not just another private school. They're "Model High", or what we like to call the 'Supermodels' of the Northern Wisconsin region. They have such good manners and attitude it gets me angry. Even I can hear my team cursing under their breath. I understand by seeing them why my team despises them so much.

Their team floods into our bus, most of their team sitting together, some being forced to sit with our team. I hope to God I'm not.

They all slowly pass into their seats as one last boy comes in. Their team captain, Marco. Marco is known for being not much of a 'sharer' type personality. He keeps his own shit to himself. I've heard he's never even had a girlfriend or any type of partner before, but that could just be a rumor. Despite all of that, he's a phenomenal team leader, and knows how to make people listen to him.

His black hair shakes across his forehead as he squeezes through the packed queue in the middle of the bus. I quickly realize after seeing him standing right next to me, duffel bag in-hand, that I am the only person who has a spot open.

"Uh, crap. sorry." I say, hesitantly moving myself to the window seat.

He doesn't say anything, just smiles and nods once. He sits his bag on his lap while my stuff is on the floor of the bus, holding it together with my legs.

I quickly look out the window to avoid eye contact. I can feel him look over at me, even though I can't see him. He has a nice aura to him, kinda like a really close friend that you could tell anything to. However, he still stays silent and minds his business. I like this guy.

I hear the bus engine start up, even through my music pounding in my ears, so I turn it up louder, not giving a shit if anyone could hear it. I put my arm up to the windowsill for me to lay my head on.

I close my eyes, hoping to sleep when I feel a two-finger tap on my left shoulder. I pick my head up and see Marco pointing at my Animal Crossing pin, and saying something. I take out one earbud, and wait for him to repeat.

"You like Animal Crossing?" he says, genuinely curious. I pause my song.

"Oh, yeah. You like it?"

"Yeah, of course. I've played it ever since I was little."

"Oh. Cool." I reply plainly, kinda hoping to end the conversation.

"Sorry, I've just never met another guy who plays it." he says, squeezing the back of his teeth with, it seems like, regret.