Here comes some JARLOS! Well, the reason I updated so fast is because when I have a story in my head, I can't focus on anything else until I get it written down and I got a good review already (TidusGT! Thanks!) and so I figured it was appropriate. Enjoy!
Carlos and his team got ready in the locker room. It was a home game for them, so they could already hear the other students of Rocque Hill cheering crazily.
Their coach walked in.
"Guys, no matter what happens tonight, you guys make me proud. So, go play hard!" He said. The team all cheered and patted each other on the back, as coach patted their helmets as they left the locker room to go to the rink.
The game went by normally. Guess who won? The usual. Rocque Hill.
The crowd was going crazy. Carlos was definitely the star player. Palm Creek bitterly congratulated Rocque Hill.
Well, they were all pretty bitter. Except for one.
"Hey, good job." Carlos heard someone say. He turned around to be facing a tall brunette with some familiar hazel eyes.
"T-thanks," Carlos awkwardly stuttered, "you too."
James smiled and patted Carlos on the back. "I'm James Diamond, by the way." He extended a hand.
Carlos almost said 'I know.' but decided that would be too weird.
"Carlos Garcia." Carlos shook hands with the pretty boy.
"We should hang out sometime dude, and practice. I definitely have a lot to learn."
"You're really good but yeah, we should."
"Alright, what's your number?"
Carlos gave James his number and James gave Carlos his number.
"I'll text you sometime soon! Once again, great job!" James grinned and walked away as he waved. Carlos waved back, slightly dazed.
He felt a weird feeling inside him. Proudness? No. Nervousness? Maybe a little. Happiness? Definitely.
He quickly smiled at himself, heading back to the locker room. Boy, was he surprised by the effect the pretty boy had on him.
Logan and Kendall stopped him.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Did you just befriend James Diamond? The star of Palm Creek's team?" Kendall asked, making a disgusted face.
"Well, yeah, dude. He was being way nice and wanted to practice sometime so I could help him out. Is that a crime?" Carlos snapped.
Logan and Kendall exchanged looks before Logan turned back to Carlos.
"No, it's definitely not a crime." Logan replied, being the good person he is.
Kendall was also a good person, but he would never admit he was wrong.
"But! That's not how rivalry's work." Kendall quickly added. "James and you should be arch enemies."
"We can be tough with each other on the ice but that doesn't mean we can't be friends outside of hockey. Despite the fact he's known to be a cocky asshole, he seems like a great dude."
"Fine, but we play Palm Creek one more time this season and you better not go easy on that fag." Kendall bitterly said before leaving the locker room to head home. Logan looked at Carlos with a sad look.
"Don't listen to him. He doesn't control who you're friends with." He patted Carlos on the shoulder before quickly following the stubborn Kendall out of the locker room.
Carlos sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose before he headed deeper into the locker room to get changed into some normal clothes and to head home.
He would walk himself home. His car wasn't working right and it's not like his father or mother would be at one of the biggest games of the season.
As he walked, his thoughts were everywhere. They went from hockey, to Kendall, to Logan, and finally, his thoughts came to James.
He pictured the good looking boy in his face again.
He smiled but it quickly faded as he saw his broken home come into view. He sighed and walked in.
He heard his mother's breathing go soft, which meant she was asleep. His father wasn't home. Go fucking figure.
He headed to his room and continued to daydream about James. His mind started to be controlled by how gorgeous James was.
Carlos thought about what he would do if James was in the room with him. Or better yet, what he would do to James if they were alone.
He snapped himself out of it and quickly got up to go get his blade. He slid it across his wrist and sighed at the relief.
James went out of his head and was replaced by pain. He stared at the new cut and went to the bathroom to get a tissue to wipe up the blood.
Once that was done, he laid back into bed and thought about pretty girls in his school. Girls like Jo, Camille, Stephanie.
Girls. Not boys.
And definitely not boys by the name of James Diamond.
Days passed by. It was now Friday and Carlos was finally going to give up on the idea of James texting him. He tried to talk to as many pretty girls as possible, but nothing worked. They didn't gave him the same rush that James did, even when the Latino boy just thought about him.
He went home and shook his thoughts away from cutting himself. But it didn't work. He had cut himself at least three times already.
He was wiping up the blood when his phone vibrated. He calmly checked it, his eyes almost popping out of his head when he saw who it was from.
"Hey, it's James. Wanna practice tomorrow?"
Carlos stared at his phone.
"Yeah. When and where?"
"The rink by Palm Creek. Is that cool with you?"
"Definitely." His car has finally started working, thankfully.
"K. We can hang out with each other after, if you have time."
Of course Carlos had the time. Hell, even if he didn't, he would cancel anything for James.
He thought it was a little creepy how he'd be willing to do that when he had just met James. He'd seen him a bunch of times, but he's only talked to him a few times.
"Yeah, definitely." He finally replied.
"Okay, see ya!"
"See ya!"
Carlos sighed happily, deciding not to punish himself this time because he thought of James in more than a 'just friend' type way.
