This story is so angry-like! Haha, first Jarlos fic. Rated M for self-harm, language, and some sexy time in the future. Enjoy!
You probably know Carlos Garcia. One of the best hockey players in the state. Has tons of friends. Goofy. Happy. Good grades. Cute. Also, a very good singer.
But you know what else Carlos could be? A fucking actor.
Everyone just loves Carlos. But do they even know him?
Carlos doesn't let the fact that every girl (and probably boy) in the school-hell, everybody in the school district- wants to date him, get to his head. He doesn't get pleasure out of the fact that all guys, especially the ones who play hockey, are scared shitless of Carlos.
He doesn't understand how people consider him "dreamy."
No, Carlos is much more complex than that. You know must guys these days. Cocky, narcissistic, assholes. (ahem, James Diamond) But not Carlos, Carlos has no confidence. Zip. Zero. Nada.
So, that's why Carlos doesn't sleep. That's why Carlos takes a blade every night, and cuts a new place on his body.
Oh, you didn't know that? Well now you know.
Carlos was now a junior at Rocque Hill high school in Minnesota. He played varsity hockey for them. As a freshman, Carlos got JV (junior varsity) and was a little saddened by the fact. (He actually started cutting as a freshman.) So, he worked his ass off. His older brother always told him "exercise helps stress go away" and Carlos had a lot of that so he began practically working himself to exhaustion in hockey. But, the stress wouldn't leave.
He came to Rocque Hill not knowing anybody. Most of the freshman had their group of friends, and luckily, Carlos got to be in the group of friends with the most popular kids in school. After he made friends, he still had to deal with the constant stress pushing down on him of his father hating him and his brother, his mother being incredibly ill, and his older brother not being there to comfort him when he was down since he had just started college.
He had no one. His two best friends, Kendall and Logan, wouldn't be able to help so he didn't bother telling them.
As I said before, the stress wouldn't go away, so he began to cut.
Boy, did it help.
As a Sophomore, Carlos made varsity. He was proud, but not proud enough to stop cutting.
So there, that's Carlos Garcia. His true self hidden by a contagious smile.
Carlos sighed as he closed his locker. Today was the big day. The huge game against Palm Creek.
I know, dumb name for a school right? They were in fucking Minnesota for God's sake!
Anyways, Palm Creek was their rival school. Before Carlos joined the team, both JV and varsity had a back and forth "win some, loose some" thing with Palm Creek's JV and varsity.
But right when Carlos came, both JV and varsity destroyed Palm Creek every game. It had been like that for two seasons, and Rocque Hill didn't expect it to change this season.
"Hey bro." Kendall Knight said as he got to his locker, which was right next to Carlos'.
"Hey." Carlos said, calmly.
"Are you ready to own Palm Creek?" Kendall asked, green eyes shining. Carlos' blonde, green eyed, bushy eyebrowed friend was also on varsity along with Logan Mitchell, his genius, pale, other best friend.
"For sure dude!" Carlos smirked.
"That's what I'm talking about." Logan said, coming out of no where.
They all discussed things as Carlos eventually zoned out, only snapped out of his thoughts by a single statement.
"-James Diamond." Logan finished. Carlos hadn't heard the first part of the statement.
Kendall scoffed. "Fucking pretty boy."
Logan chuckled as Carlos frowned.
James had made JV when Carlos, Logan, and Kendall had also made JV in freshman year. He was in the same grade as the trio. He was buff and very good looking. Every time Rocque Hill played Palm Creek, Carlos would find himself staring at the hazel eyed brunette through his hockey mask. Something about that smug smile made Carlos want to fuck that pretty face up.
Would James Diamond be so God damn cocky if he wasn't so God damn hot? Most likely not.
He was really good at hockey, but it annoyed Carlos how good-looking he knew he was.
It annoyed Carlos even more when he would find himself thinking about the pretty boy in the late hours of the night. Every time Carlos fantasized about James doing something to him, something like touching him, kissing him, he would cut himself even more than usual, as a punishment for even thinking of another boy like that.
"He's good though." Carlos finally said. Kendall and Logan shrugged and nodded in agreement, as the bell rang. They said their goodbyes and went to class.
The day went by normally.
Finally the end of the day bell rang and kids flooded the hallway, patting Carlos on the back, wishing him good luck. He smiled gratefully at everyone. After he gathered his backpack, he met up with Logan and Kendall and headed to go own Palm Creek again, as they had every year.
Hope you liked it!