On The Ice (boyxboy)

nine

CHARLIE'S POV

I don't know what the fuck just happened or how to deal with it. Ollie just flipped out and I get it but why come to my rescue? It makes zero sense. I get Logan was being a douche, like big time, but he didn't need to come to my rescue.

Instead of just standing out in the hallway like an idiot I walk to the nearest restroom. Ollie just left me out there. I want to know why. I want to know everything. Why he did it.

I walk to the mirror and look at myself. The bags underneath my eyes are becoming more noticeable. I haven't got much sleep recently, I keep reliving when my dad kicked me out, when I was getting tormented for being bi, and whatever the fuck else. I guess I didn't forget 6 months ago.

I run my fingers through my hair. It's becoming long, but I love it like that. I'll probably cut it to look like one of those modern mullets. I had one last season before getting outed and I liked it so why not.

After about 15 minutes I walk out and head toward the locker room. I expect to find nobody but when I walk in, there sits fucking Logan. Oh my God I can't handle this kid.

"Why the fuck are you still here?" I asked. Actually really pissed off. I'm starting to really dislike this guy.

"Just shut the fuck up, you fag." He taunts. Goddamn it. I really don't want punch him, Ollie did enough damage on him.

"Why are you such a dick? Like do you hate me purely because I like dick too or is it because I'm better at hockey and actually going somewhere in my life? Whichever it is, it's a dumbass excuse to call me a slur." I turn around away from my bag and bang. Logan punches me right in the fucking jaw. And then in the eye. Lovely. I'm gonna have a black eye now too.

I grab the collar of his tshirt and shove him off me. I'm like 6 inches taller than this guy, which is a noticeable difference when you really look at it. He's not buff but he's not bone skinny. I have more muscle than he does, he looks like a shrimp.

"Listen, I don't wanna fight you." He spits blood onto the ground. Ew, gross. Blood is gross. This is why I don't fight people.

"You started this bullshit!" He screamed. You know actually I didn't but I'll let him think that.

"If you got issues you with me then take it up with coach. Or quit the team. Either way I won't be the bad guy in the scenario." He lands another punch to my jaw and that ticks me off.

I punch him straight in the face and it nearly knocks him out. Damn. "Fuck you, Charlie. Leave me alone you fag!" He calls out when he scrambles to get his stuff and leaves.

"Okay, bud." I laugh. This guy is comedy. I was leaving him alone until he punched me three times. That's on him not me.

I grab the rest of my shit and my keys. When I exit the rink I find my truck and throw my stuff in the back.

The steering wheel is freezing. It's getting really cold outside with winter approaching.

An idea forms in my head. A bad idea. A good idea, but bad idea.

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OLLIE'S POV

I hear the doorbell go off and I walk down the stairs and open the door. I'm hit with a brush of cold air and then I actually see who's at my doorstep.

"Charlie?" I say as a question. Why would he be here right now?

"Can you let me in? It's freezing out here." Oh right. I grab his sweatshirt sleeve and drag him inside. "I don't plan on staying for a while I just wanted to check in."

He wants to check in on me. I fight a blush. "Why?"

"Because what happened was a lot and I care about you." He cares about me.