Ice Lovers (boyxboy)

CHAPTER 6

(back to Mason's POV)

Today I surprisingly woke up to a pretty nice text from Diego, wishing me a good morning. I didn't respond though, I couldn't become his friend whatsoever. It was pretty nice though.

Me and him had been talking quite a lot this week, because of the school project. He was pretty weird, always staring at me when we were working. Maybe he was scheming with the other hockey players, finding other ways to get close just to hurt me again.

I hate hockey players. I hate jocks. Just a bunch of smelly, sweaty, big, boring guys. I couldn't really explain the full feeling of it. Either jealousy or hate, or something I didn't know. All I knew was that I hate anyone like Diego.

I didn't even know him. He doesn't know me. He shouldn't be texting me like this, it would hurt his reputation. That is, if it's not just some plan all the hockey boys have. But that would be so boring, they already did that once.

I shook myself out of my trance. I had to stop thinking about this and get ready for the school day. I quickly ate breakfast and drove my brothers to school, then went to school myself. I went through my classes like normal, but soon came the class after lunch.

I got to my seat next to Diego and the teacher talked and talked until she let us off to do our work. Diego kept staring at me and every time I caught him he just looked away. “Stop staring at me, just do the work.” I told him, with an attitude.

“I-I'm not staring.” “You are. Just do the work.” “I am, I am.” He looked down at the paper we were working on and finally started writing things down. I sighed and went back to work as well.

“What's wrong?” He looked up and asked me. I glared at him. “Why do you ask?” I looked back down at the paper, still scribbling different things for the project. “You…seem angry.” I glared at him once again and let out a huff. “You're delusional. Do your work.”

And with that, he went back to it. But not much later, he just had to talk again. With that silly, deep voice of his. “I'm sorry. I know you don't like me because I'm on the hockey team.” I hummed in response, not knowing exactly what I could say to that.

He looked up fully from the desk and sat up properly to look at me. “I just want you to know that I'm not like them. I just love the game, I don't do all the mean stuff they do.” I looked up at him, sitting up as well. “Good for you, I guess.” And I shrugged before getting back to work on the project.

He sighed and kept on talking, at least it was while he was working now. “I've never really been a part of their shenanigans. Most of the hockey players are really mean, you've got that part right, but not all of them. There's me and like two or three others that aren't like the rest of them.”

“But then there's only three or four good ones to the sixteen, or so, bad ones.” I told him, reminding him of how horrible most of them were. At least, I knew it was most of them instead of all of them now. He nodded and was quiet for a few seconds before talking, once again.

“How many siblings do you have?” He asked me. He was so weird, just springing these questions and sayings onto me, expecting some kind of response to his foolishness. So I decided to go about this differently. If he wanted to learn about me, why not try to remind him of why I don't like him.

“How about you just ask Simon? He would know.” It felt weird saying that name out loud. He huffed. “I don't talk to him. I'd rather you tell me, if you're comfortable that is.” I looked at him for a few seconds, not glaring, just trying to understand him better.

“I have three siblings. One older sister, two younger brothers. Now do your work.” I told him and he smiled before finally shutting up and getting some work done. The rest of the school day went by fast. Practice didn't take long either, we just talked about things we need to work on and wrote those things down.

The hockey players were so loud when they were practicing, you could hear them all throughout the gym. I tried my best to ignore them, and to not think about Diego. Once practice was over, I went home and played with the dog a bit until dinner was ready. I quickly ate, took a shower, and got ready for bed.

I thought about the good morning text Diego had sent me this morning. I hadn't responded then but I guess I could now. I told him to have a good night, and I hesitantly added a smiling emoji. He said the same back. He was so weird, probably just playing with me.

He couldn't possibly be trying to just be nice. But why else would he tell me good morning and good night? Was he messing with me? Or was he into me? It was all so confusing.

I sighed and put my phone down for a few moments while I pet the dog. Then my phone buzzed, letting me know someone texted me. I checked my phone to see it was from Bradley. I rolled my eyes, put in my password, and read it.

It was just some nonsense about the party later this week. The days were going by fast and the day of the party was fastly approaching. I wonder if Diego will be there. I was most excited to see Bradley though. Maybe he would finally make a move.

I told him I was excited to see him and he responded very plainly. Every time I've seen him in person he's a lot more entertaining, I swear. I sighed and put my phone down for the last time before I finally went off to sleep.