Ice Lovers (boyxboy)

CHAPTER 7

Today was Friday, the party was planned for Saturday night. I'm not sure if I'm ready, I'd never seen Bradley drunk and I fully expected there to be alcohol there. Maybe I would drink a bit too, to ease my nerves, I guess.

Throughout the week, I had been thinking about Diego way too much. I couldn't even get him out of my head. I'm not gonna lie, he's very handsome, definitely my type too. If he wasn't a hockey player, I'd be all over him.

But the project is almost finished, so maybe when that's done I'll be able to forget about him. I had to stop thinking about him for long enough for me to get ready for school. I went into the kitchen and ate a quick breakfast before dropping my brothers off then went to my own school.

I got to class and sat down. Once the lesson started I had trouble paying attention, I was too busy thinking about Diego, I guess. I didn't want to think about him. So what if he was nice? It didn't mean anything. I can't just fall for any boy that spares a second of attention on me.

In the past, almost anyone nice to me had me swooning in an instant. I thought I'd stopped doing that but I guess not. Diego wasn't even that nice to me. He just paid attention, asked questions about me, didn't make fun of me.

All the bare minimum. But then why does it feel like such a privilege? Why do I keep thinking about him? Why can't I get him out of my head? It's all so confusing. Why was he messing with me like this? What motives could he possibly have?

I have to stop thinking about him. Have to stop thinking about his perfect hair, perfect voice, and his flattering stare. Oh, the way he stared at me. Everytime it felt like he was messing with me. Like I had something on my face and he wouldn't tell me.

But he just stares. Even when I can't see him out of the corner of my eye, I could always feel his gaze. And for some reason, I didn't mind. Maybe I'd gotten used to people staring at me. Maybe I liked any attention I got. But it felt different from him.

I liked having his eyes on me. I liked having someone's attention. I loved that the attention came from a cute boy that had all those perfect qualities.

I just didn't like that he was a hockey player. Or maybe that he ever knew Simon at all. Maybe I just hated that he knew and that he was even friends with a few people that planned the whole thing out.

Before I knew it, the bell rang and it was time for lunch. I wasn't ready for it. I couldn't see anyone right now, I felt like crying. So I left to go to my car and sat for a few minutes to get myself together.

The last time I had to do this was when everything with Simon happened. This isn't necessary, I'm being dramatic. Diego is just some stupid boy that is friends with some of the foolish people that created my hate for hockey boys.

That's what I told myself. That's what I said to myself when I saw Diego in my next class too. I sat in my seat and we got to work pretty quickly. But of course, he had to say something.

“Why do you figure skate? Why not just play hockey?” He looked at me but I kept my eyes on the paper. “I like the attention. And it feels more independent.” I told him, honestly. He nodded his head and even lightly chuckled.

“Hey, are you friends with anyone that had a part in the whole Simon fiasco?” I took a chance, asking him this risky question. I feared it let him know too much, showing him my true insecurities. But I guess he didn't think so.

“Nah, they're all jerks. It's horrible that anyone would do such a thing.” I nodded and crossed my arms, leaning back in the chair to look at him better. “Good. Then we agree on that.” I laughed slightly then went back to working on this stupid project.

We talked a bit more while we worked, just getting to know each other. I learned that he has a sister and both parents, good for him. I told him of my two brothers and a bit about Maverick, my dog.

Then class ended and the rest of the school day went by fine. Practice was very simple, just had to work on the things we had talked about yesterday. Then I was able to go home and go about the rest of my day however I wanted.