Frozen Stars

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞

𝐀𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐫
The boys locker room. A place where all different types of humans stand. Guys that try to cover themselves up when they get out of the shower. Guys that show their muscles and tanned skin like it's the only thing they can be proud of. And guys that mind their own business and rarely ever participate in the conversations the rest of the boys have.

I don't know who of those I am. If I had to choose one of these roles, I'd choose something between the show off and the one minding their business. I'm not a shy guy who wouldn't ever show people what my sport has given me. I know that I have a good looking physique, but I wouldn't start telling people about it nonstop. That would make me look like it's the only thing making me happy.

My body is a very important aspect in my life, I never miss ice hockey practice or my gym sessions, but I still have something called character. My friends are pretty much the same as me, although I've got some that are more of the shyer type. I love my friends for who they are anyway, the way they look or what past they drag along doesn't matter to me.

"Yo, Lock. You should try blocking that damn puck next time."

I roll my eyes. My best friend, Lucas McHallen, never fails to tell me what I should've done better. He plays ice hockey longer than I do which gives him many understandable reasons to comment my behavior on the ice. It can be annoying, but I grew to come to terms with it. He's still my best friend and I wouldn't change a single thing about him.

"Shut up, Lucas," I say, glaring at him as if I was actually mad. It's very hard to be mad at him.

He dries off his brown, curly hair that matches his dark skin. He's always told me that his hair is a struggle to him. It doesn't grow fast and it always does what it wants. I told him to watch some videos or something to learn how to deal with it, but he refuses to because he's a stubborn prick.

I don't have experience with curly hair, especially not those very small ones that he has. My hair is pretty straight, and I always wear it in a middle part or just loosely on my head. It looks good though. I don't even have to put much effort into it.

"You should find yourself a girl," Lucas mentions, putting on his sweatpants. Where does that topic come from? What is going on in that guys head?

"Why are we talking about this?"

He laughs and sprays some hairspray onto his hair, making it look very... clumpy. I won't say anything because I know he hates talking about his hair.

"I mean it. You need someone in your life, man. You're so lonely."

I scoff at the thought. The only thing I've ever done with girls is hook up with them. It was fun and all, but no feelings were involved. I have no idea how love feels. I've had some small crushes but those vanished after they all turned out to be rude and nasty. Love is something else. And I'm not sure I want to have that kind of thing in my life right now.

"I have you."

He throws some pants at me. "You know that's not the same."

I shrug. "Almost."

I don't have the need to talk about this stuff, it seems unnecessary to me. No one in this school is a potential girlfriend for me. The girls I have been in bed with all have the same problem and dumb attitude. I don't need that on top of everything else. Besides, everybody looks the same. Rather ordinary brown hair, brown eyes. Or blonde hair and blue eyes. Some special girls have the treat to have green eyes, that doesn't make them any less annoying though.

Everything they do is dress up, go on parties, buy makeup, and leave the party with the next best guy. How would any human being be able to trust such a girl? I would live under constant fear of losing her to some other person. Don't need that. Definitely not.