Ice Lovers (boyxboy)

CHAPTER 12

(still Diego's POV)

It's Monday, the day I get to see Mason again. It was exciting, he might come to see me at practice and I'll get to see him during our class after lunch. Right now I just had to get through all my other classes.

Today the project was due so me and Mason wouldn't be partners anymore. I wonder if he'll still ever talk to me once it's over. That would destroy all of my progress if he stopped talking to me. I can't take that, I need him at this point. But for now I just have to get through these classes. So until I see him, I'll just do what I always do, think about him all day long.

Finally it was lunch time. I never talk to him during lunch but I can always see him, at least. I sat with a few friends I had from the hockey team, the few that were tolerable. From where I sat, I had the perfect view of Mason, where I could see him laughing, talking, and gossiping with his friends.

He was always so beautiful, no matter what he was doing. I love him so much it's crazy. I want to be around him all the time. And soon lunch was over. I decided to try and walk with Mason to our next class, so I waited for him to say bye to his friends before I walked up to him.

“Hey Mason. Uh, will you walk with me to our class?” I asked, a bit hesitant. “Sure. Oh, and I already gave the teacher the diagram for the project.” I nodded and we began walking. “So, did you decide whether or not you'll go to my practice after school?” He took a few seconds to think before he answered. “Yeah, I'll go.” He nodded as he said so.

I smiled and nodded my head as well. “Great, I'm a really good player.” And I went on and on about hockey, probably boring him. But it's my favorite sport, so I couldn't help it. Then we got to the class and I shut up long enough for us to get to our seats then for the teacher to start the lesson.

The teacher talked for most of the class period, much to my dismay. I wanted to talk to Mason but she wouldn't shut up. The class ended and I had to part ways with him. I watched as he walked away from me, towards his next class. No way I could let him go, I love him way too much for that. Hopefully he'll think better of me after he sees the hockey practice.

The last few classes of the day went by, very boring. But then it was time for hockey practice, one of my favorite times of the day. I got to the locker room and went through my usual routine to get ready for practice, then I went to the rink to begin.

I saw Mason on the bleachers, watching me from afar. I smiled and waved at him, he just gave me a small wave back. Then practice began. It was really frustrating. Of all days, the one time Mason was here to watch, I was going head to head with Simon. God, I hate him. He's the whole reason it's so hard for me to get closer to Mason.

Anytime Mason is brought up, he just says mean things about him. Mostly personal things too, things I shouldn't know; things only a lover would know. I always try my best to avoid him, I just get way too mad around him and things don't end well. That's probably what was going to happen now.

He kept bumping into me on the ice. I couldn't tell if it was on purpose or not, but I didn't like it either way. Thankfully, practice ended and I let out a sigh of relief, glad I didn't have to go against Mason's ex anymore; at least not on the rink.

I took my helmet off and got out of the rink, I handed off my hockey stick and sat down to begin unlacing my skates. I was pretty angry, taking it out on my skates as I unlaced them aggressively. Then Simon came up to me, practically flexing his muscles at me, showing off his sweaty ass arms. “Yo, dumbass. Your little twink boyfriend is over there. Gonna go say hi?”

God, I hate him. “Shut up, hose-head.” “Hey! I ain't no hose-head. It's just practice, stop taking everything so seriously.” He said, spitting at me. I rolled my eyes but didn't say anything further. He sat down next to me and began unlacing his skates as well. “I saw you with him at that party on Saturday. What, you like him or something?”

“Shut the fuck up, Simon! You fucking asshole, you have no idea what you're talking about!” I yelled at him, making sure anyone around could hear me, letting him know to back off. But he didn't. “What? You fucking gay? You wanna fuck that little twink, don't ya?” “Back off. I'm not gay. You're the fucking twink.”

“Then why would you hang out with some little loser like him, huh?” Things escalated quickly, I hate him so much. Why on the one day Mason was here to watch did I have to get in a fight with his stupid ex? Of course, I punched him, right on the side of his stupid face.

Then he was silent. Just a few seconds of silence, without his loud voice, ringing in my ears. But those few seconds ended, he punched back and it turned into a full fist fight. Punching, grabbing, pulling, doing anything to hurt the other.

In the end, the coach pulled us apart. The coach lectured us for a while, and then called our parents. I could tell that I probably broke his nose. From his nostrils and down his face you could see blood, even in his mouth there was blood, guess I did a good job beating him. Yet, he still got me as well. I had a big slit over my eyebrow and a bloody nose, not as bad as his though.

I was a little scared for my parents to see. I didn't know which parent I'd prefer either. If it was my mom, she'd probably cry and think I'm gonna be some juvenile when I'm older. If it was my dad, he'd either beat me, lecture me, or congratulate me. I had no idea which one he'd really do.

The coach left me alone for a few minutes while he talked to Simon's parents, they got here faster than mine. All I could do was sit and regret. But I really didn't, I don't regret beating the shit out of such a fool.

I had my face down, holding a towel to my face to try and stop my bleeding eyebrow. I heard someone walk in but I didn't lift my head. “You know, that was really hot, watching you beat up Simon.” The person said. I laughed and looked up to see Mason. Right now, he seems like an angel to me, I'm just glad he's not mad.

“Thanks…and…I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get in a fight with him. He was just pissing me off, so…” He nodded and came closer to sit next to me, what an angel he really is. “It's okay. I'm just a little closer to trusting you now.” He whispered.

I smiled at him, oh what a blissful moment this is. I want nothing more than to just hold his hand right now. It's so comforting, having him around at this time. If only I could reach out and grab his hand, but I'm giving him time, I don't want to make him uncomfortable. “I really like you Mason. I'd fight any guy for you to like me back.” I whispered as well, not wanting to ruin the moment with loud talking.

He chuckled and shook his head. “That's far.” He told me and I nodded my head. “I know.” And we both stopped there, neither of us wanting to make things too awkward. We both sat there quietly, I could tell he was looking at me, I just looked down at my shoes.

The coach had made both of us get changed and presentable for when our parents showed up, I was thankful for that at least. So I sat there, next to the love of my life, staring down at my shoes instead of him, waiting for either of my parents to show up.