Ice Lovers (boyxboy)

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I'm feeling some writer's block so I'm gonna try to write about what happened between Mason and Simon.

This is while Mason is finding out about what Simon did.
(Mason's POV)

"Oh. My. God." I stared down at my phone, this is crazy. I don't know what to do, I don't know how to handle this. Several people were spamming me with pictures of myself. Pictures that I was naked in.

They're coming from the hockey players on Simon's team. Why do they have pictures of me naked?! This is crazy. What the hell am I supposed to do about this?

Then the pictures start coming from random numbers and other people from school. What is going on? I have no idea why this is happening, why these people have pictures like this.

I looked closer at the pictures. It's definitely me, naked, with a look of pleasure on my face. Ew. But the bed sheets. I recognize them, I recognize this moment. I was with Simon at that moment.

A few days ago, it was me and Simon's three month anniversary. His parents weren't home that day, so to celebrate we ended up having sex. I remember him taking a few of these, but a few I don't remember. Had he taken secret pictures of me?

I have to talk to him. I feel like I'm going crazy. If I just talk to him, I'm sure he's got everything handled. I felt tears in the corner of my eyes. My hands were shaking as I went to Simon's contact.

I called him and waited for him to pick up. Ringing and ringing, I tried catching my breath, I tried calming down. "Hello?" He answered. "Simon! What's going on?" I asked him, tears pouring out now.

Then I heard laughing coming from the phone. Was he laughing? No, there's several people there. Several people were laughing. Several people were laughing at me.

"You're really that dumb?" What? Simon, my boyfriend, the boy I love, he never acts like this. Why are there other people there? Why are these people making fun of me? Why was Simon making fun of me?

"Wha?" "Idiot, I took those ugly ass pictures of you. We showed them to the whole grade." I can barely believe what I'm hearing. Why would he do that? "Fuck you." And I hung up.

What am I supposed to do now? The only thing I really can do right now is cry. So I sat in my room, for hours, bawling my eyes out. Why would he do this? I seriously love him. But did he ever love me?

I had to go to school the next day. I have to face Simon and any other person that says something about this. I'm not ready. Yet I still got ready for school this morning, I even got Starbucks on the way to school.

So here I am, walking into school, coffee in hand, trying to avoid eye contact with everyone. Oh my god, they're all looking at me. They all saw the pictures.

I can hear laughing and snickering from everywhere I look. Why the hell have they seen those pictures? Just like Simon said, he probably showed the entire tenth grade. All of my friends have probably seen me naked by now. I hope they don't think any less of me.

This also means I can't be friends with any of the other hockey boys. Ever. They all suck. How could they do this to someone? And why? I never did anything to them, why did they have to do this?

I can't take it. Everyone is staring at me, they're taking pictures of me. I have to get away, I can't be around anyone. As quickly as I can, I begin walking towards the bathroom. I throw away the coffee and lock myself in a stall.

I have to catch my breath, I can't let a single tear fall. I sat down on the toilet, too weak to stand. I covered my mouth with my hands, trying to muffle the sounds of my heavy breathing. I'm freaking out.

My throat felt dry, my cheeks were soaked with years. By now, I was breathing so hard that anyone else in the bathroom would hear me. I didn't care though, I couldn't control this. What do I do?

I feel like I'm crazy. I can't think of anything but questions. Why do I feel so weak right now? Why did Simon do this to me? How could I have trusted him. I've never met a decent hockey guy. I should've known it was too good to be true. I shouldn't have ever trusted Simon. That little asshole.

I calmed down a bit, but by now the only thing left on my mind was Simon. I have to find him. I quickly stood up, wiped my face, and took a few more deep breaths before I left the bathroom.

Classes haven't started yet so I knew where he'd be. The same classroom he's in every morning. I started with just simple walking, I didn't really know what I was gonna do when I saw him. But people were talking about me. I began walking faster.

Soon I was walking really fast, I was trying to avoid people and I had a goal now. To beat the hell out of Simon. I don't care if he's bigger than me, he's a wimp, I'll beat him. Thinking about this just made me more determined to get to him.

I was full on sprinting by now. Running as fast as I could through the halls. I was almost there, almost time to beat the living hell out of Simon. I reached the classroom and grabbed the door handle, I swung the door open. All eyes landed on me, I was focused on Simon.

"You fucking bitch!" I yelled at him. Only a few of his friends were in there, laughing away. I huffed and walked in, slowly getting closer and closer to Simon. "Aww, the little fag is upset." He laughed. He was a lot taller than me, but it didn't matter.

Then, I swung on him, punching him square in the face. "What the fuck?!" He took a step back, staring at me like I was some monster. His friends went quiet, seemingly surprised by my actions. Simon pushed me back, giving me a full opening to punch him once again.

Punches and screams went back and forth between the two of us and no one dared to intervene. "Mason Moore! Simon Forman!" We both stopped in our tracks. Someone yelled both of our full names. I turned to look, it was the principal, along with the security guard, dragging us away from each other.

Next thing I knew, we were in the principal's office, waiting on our parents. "Mason! Baby, what happened?" My mom walked in, inspecting my face for cuts or bruises. "Oh, Ms. Moore, please take a seat." The principal pointed to a seat near me and she immediately scooted it closer to me before sitting down.

A few minutes later, Simon's awful parents showed up. They seemed incredibly angry, way worse than my mom. My mom looked more concerned than she was angry. It was weird, I had already met Simon's parents and he had met my mom. My mom even really liked him, she probably never expected this, just like me.

Soon they settled down and the interrogation began. "Mason, why did you start a fight with Simon?" "That bitch took pictures of me naked and sent them to the whole fucking school!" I yelled, still mad at him.

I don't usually cuss in front of my mom, but right now was a proper moment for it. No one expected such an accusation, everyone looked so surprised from me saying that. By now I was really upset, I was about to cry for the second time this morning.

"My son would nev-" "Well he did! Me and him fucked at your house and he took pictures of me! Everyone has been talking and pointing at me all morning!" I went off at Simon's mom, I never liked her anyways.

Eventually Simon came clean about it, telling his own parents about what he did. In the end, me and my mom were crying, I got off with just a bit of detention, Simon got two weeks of ISS.

I was still sad, going home that day. My mom got me out early, she knows it would've been terrible for me to be at school right now. In the span of just a few days, I lost a boyfriend, gained an eternal enemy.

When we got home, me and my mom rested on the couch together for a few hours. I was too tired to do anything else. I hate Simon, I hate all of the hockey players. None of them are to be trusted.