Diamond Eyes {Boy x Boy}

976-evil - chapter 2

a/n this is my favorite song from this album btw ᕙ⁠[⁠･⁠۝･⁠]⁠ᕗ

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(Jacob POV)

        The bus starts to move again, as we are almost late because Jeremy, my teammate and acquaintance, was taking 69 hours to figure out which flavor of Doritos he wanted. Cool ranch or Spicy nacho? Yeah, he pissed me off sometimes.

        Me and Marco continued to talk as time flew by, and we were driving into the drop-off lane at the skating rink. We had to hurry out of the bus, so I ended up taking all 3 of the Dr Peppers in my bag, since I wasn't even going to be playing.

        I walked inside next to Marco, and wished him good luck as he had to go into the locker rooms to get suited.

        I put my belongings, and partially Marco's, on the bench outside my designated locker room.

        I got changed, even though I probably wouldn't be playing, me being absolute garbodor at hockey.

        At some point, I started thinking about how much of a coincidence it was that Marco liked almost all the same stuff I did. I found myself smiling like an idiot, which makes me sound like I like him. I don't, I swear. I just really want to be his friend.

        I hike my arms through the padding of the dense hockey uniform, and pick up my helmet as I walk outside of the locker rooms. I sit on the bench, waiting for him to get done changing.

        I can hear laughing in different arrays from his locker room. I walk closer, to get a better ear.
       
        "Hey, Marco! Why were you talking to that kid who can't play hockey for his life?" One of Marco's teammates said.
       
        "Yeah! It's not like you'd have anything to talk about anyways, right? He's probably obsessed with gay shows or something, let's be honest! You saw those pins on his bag, man. Haha!" Another one added.

        I could feel my forehead begin to sweat. I stepped away. Far away. I take out the Dr Pepper that we haven't drank yet, the extra one, and set it on the bench outside his locker room.

        I take my stuff and go to the rink.

        About 5 minutes later, Marco comes out of the room, looking rather angry. He sees the drink, condensating on the plastic bench. He picks it up, and looks around. No one, other than his teammates.

        I had told him I was going to wait for him outside of the locker rooms, so he was a bit worried, but tried not to be upset that I basically left him behind.

        He grabbed his hockey helmet and stick, and headed for the rink with his team.

        I was sitting on the bench on my side of the 'big icy plain', I like to call it, and sat, thinking about what Marco would have said, or if he told them off at all about what they were saying about me.

        Coach comes up to me, and pats me on the back.
       
        "Cheer up, Jacob! We've got a big game ahead of us! Be ready at all times!" He says, with a cheerful grin.

        I half-ass a smile back, and go back to pouting. I didn't care much for our Coach, Dan. I've heard rumors from my friend about how he's homophobic, and I guess I try to give him the benefit of the doubt, but I don't know how when he's the one usually going along when some of our teammates make "you're gay lol" jokes.

        I start seeing Model High, leaded by Marco, skate out onto the field. I don't even know if I should call it a 'field' but who cares. I hardly even know how to play this game, my parents just wanted to force me into a sport to have something to be proud of, I guess.