Date: Thu, 16 Feb 2017 05:19:58 +0000 (UTC)
From: Drew Aluran <shataikaj@yahoo.com>
Subject: I Never Thought We'd Break the Ice: Chapter Three

Warning: The usual disclaimers apply here.  If you don't like any of the
following, leave now: gay sex, vulgar or harsh language or are underage
wherever you are reading this.

This is pure fiction. No one in this story is a real person, living or
deceased, and any resemblance to anyone is completely conincidental.

This work is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited
without permission.

So it's been a while.... and for that I have to say I am sorry. My life
took a very topsy turvy path and I haven't had the time or energy to
edit. I still plan to try and edit the rest, however I can't make any
promises on timelines. I hope you all enjoy and thank everyone who sent in
thier emails on this. I came back to this project because of you. Thank
You!


Drew Aluran


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	The next day I was sitting in Chemistry with Carlos and Scott.  The
three of us were doing our lab like we were supposed to, my elbow resting
on my light blue, denim covered knee as I wrote. My blue and black plaid
button up shirt's rolled up sleeve constantly falling down my arm and
annoying me as I filled in the answers on the lab report. Scott, in a green
T-shirt and black jeans, was handling the Bunsen Burner, as we were both
scared to death of Carlos going near it. He meant well but he was always so
hyper that he tended to knock things over without trying; which when
dealing with fire was a bad combination. Promptly, Scott turned his
attention away from the beaker we were supposed to be boiling water in, and
looked at me. "So, whats going on with you and Camellia?" he questioned.

	"Nothing much, just making a new friend." I responded hoping he let
the subject drop instead of trying to find the real meaning for my
friendship with the girl.

	"You sure that's all? Because yesterday you ask me about her before
taking off at lunch, and then I get a call from her last night asking me
all about you." Scott persisted, not letting the subject drop as I had
hoped.

	"So what did you tell her?" I knew getting into this topic was
dangerous but since he brought it up my curiosity got the best of me and I
just had to ask.

	"Nothing much, just the truth, ya know." He calmly responded.

	"Well what is the truth to you?" I pried deeper, unable to keep the
curious tone out of my voice. I knew it made me look suspicious but I
really wanted to be her friend. She was a cool girl and I'd finally decided
to do something about the Logan situation other than taunt him on the ice.

	"Well, I told her how you were always there for every one of your
friends, like when Carlos here," He gestured using his thumb to point
towards our hyperactive friend who was sitting still for once and answering
the questions for our assignment. "Lost his grandma. You were the one among
us to gather us all and insist to his mother that we help out in any way
she needed. And even then after the whole thing spent the next three weeks
cheering him up."

	I smiled remembering those weeks. We were in middle school and
Carlos would get down on how he had never gotten a chance to say goodbye to
his grandma, or thank her for instilling him with his love of corndogs. I
had spent those weeks doing all sorts of goofy things with him. We had
chased dogs in the dog-park, and even tee-peed my own house with toilet
paper. After those weeks, I was exhausted but Carlos was happy. He had come
to term with his grandmother's passing, and was finally able to talk about
her without breaking out into tears.

	"I also told her about how you helped your mom raise Katie after
your dad left, and when we were young she was like our unofficial mascot. I
even told her the story of how you put together a "Wilds" Halloween costume
for her the year we all decided to go as professional hockey players, just
so she didn't feel left out."

	"Ohh God, don't remind me about that Halloween costume. That thing
took forever to find all the parts for." I responded chuckling at the
memory.

	"Guys...." Carlos interrupted.

	"Not now Carlos," I responded, hoping to hear how Camellia took all
this.

	"But the water's turning green!" Carlos desperately called. Quickly
I snapped my head towards our lab and saw that the water in the beaker was
indeed an emerald green like Carlos' shirt.

	"What!! What did you do?" Scott snapped immediately grabbing the
beaker with his tongs and pulling it off the flame.

	"Nothing I swear." Carlos responded while backing away his hands
held up as if to show us that nothing in them meant nothing
happened. Quickly I read through the lab looking to find out what had
happened. The pages flew through my fingers as I skimmed each step yet
nothing said anything about green water.

	"Nothing, right!" Scott quipped back, ready to blame our worried
partner.

	"Hold on Scott, It's probably just that the last period didn't wash
their beaker out right after using it. Lets just get another one and start
over." I interjected hoping to save my optimistic friend from Scott's witch
hunt.

	"Alright lets just start this over quick" he resigned, his famous
temper dieing down.

	"But we don't have enough time!" Carlos panicked, pointing to the
clock, pissing off Scott even more.

	"Fuck! Now we'll have to spend our free period doing this damned
thing!" Scott exclaimed, his anger rising again.

	"Calm down Scott. There are three of us here, I'm sure we can do
it. We just need to hurry." I stated praying that this lab went
quickly. Hurriedly we rushed through the procedures, fixing our mistake
from last time and getting the measurements we needed.Thankfully we mixed
the final few chemicals into solution right as the bell rang. So, as the
rest of our classmates filed out of the class, the three of us ran our
glassware to the sink and washed it.

	Running to my next class I was thankful our school was so large so
we had eight minutes between our classes. Having my English books in my
backpack I rushed to the class. The bell rang right as I entered the
room. The teacher making a confusing diagram on the board. I quickly found
Camellia sitting across the room from where I normally sat. Her dark hair
hanging loose and contrasting with the pale pink frilly shirt she was
wearing, her legs bound in dark blue navy jeans. So, instead of taking my
normal seat near the window, I sat net to her. Looking over I saw the
surprised look on her face and just had to respond.

	"What, is this seat taken or something? Because if it is then I
don't envy the person who's gonna show up for Ms. Kovacs' class late." I
joked, hoping she would calm down and actually talk with me.

	"And what makes you think I even will talk with you?" She hissed as
our teacher picked out random students to try and fill in the diagram she
left on the board.

	"Cause I had Chem with Scott last period and he told me what he
said to you."

	"Just cause you got one of your hockey buddies to relate a few nice
guy stories to me doesn't mean I'm just gonna just decide to be friends
with you."

	"Hey, I didn't tell him to say anything to you. What he said was
all his own words, and memories. Although, I will admit he didn't tell you
the bad ones like how I once punched out a teammate in middle school, or
when me and my friends played a joke on Carlos, making him think that
corndogs were alive and planning revenge on him for the countless murders
of their kind that he had committed." I counted, figuring if I was honest
about the few bad things I could be called for she might stop putting up
such a wall between us.

	"KENNETH! CAMELLIA! If I hear another word out of the two of you
without a hand raised then it's the principals office for you two!"
Ms. Kovacs roared at us.

	'Damn! You couldn't yell at us like a minute later after Camellia
responded to me?' At that moment it was so tempting to just raise my hand
and continue my talk with Camellia, but I'd rather she didn't associate me
with getting detention. So, I kept my mouth shut for once.

	The rest of the class was torture as I wanted to find out if
Camellia would talk to me or not. She was my only access to the separate
world Logan lived in, and I did not want to lose my chance to join
it. Otherwise, all I had to look forward to was a blind date with some guy
who Jason probably picked to make the worst date ever. All of that just so
I might get the idea to say "hey your cute" one day when Captain Hottie, as
Jason now dubbed him, checked me.

	As soon as the bell rang though Camellia practically rushed out of
the classroom. 'FUCK I did scare her away? Okay Ken, one more talk and this
time lets not come across as needy and desperate.' I told myself as I
quickly packed up my books. I was happy that next period was lunch so I
didn't really have to be anywhere. I then left the classroom and spotted
Camellia halfway down the hall already. Rushing I pushed past a few people
until I came up beside her.

	"So, you know if you wanted me gone you could have just said that."
I truthfully stated, hoping the exit door I just gave her didn't slam in my
face. Turning to look at her I saw her stop and grab my arm pulling me off
into the slight alcove that held the door to the janitor's closet.

	"You know," She began, looking from my eyes to the floor and back
to me. " I just don't know what the fuck to do with you Knight!" She
sighed. "I mean before you started all this chasing after me, you seemed
like a hockey focused jerk who thought he was better with a stick than
anyone around him. And since I was friends with a lot of guys who tend to
cross sticks with you, I agreed with them. But you've come at me completely
different since I met you. You seem down to earth, and from what Scott told
me you put your friends before yourself. Everything inside me screams to
push you away, and save myself the drama of having to explain this..." She
said waiving her hands a bit.

	"I believe the word your searching for is friendship Camellia" I
supplied for her.

	"Fine, friendship. Either way this entire thing is going to be more
drama than you can even begin to realize. I mean you've pissed off a lot of
people, and now you expect me to just walk in and help you fix that
mess. It's really fucked up you know." She sighed her entire body slumped
with defeat.

	"I don't expect you to fix anything." I objected. "If your friends
have a problem with me, tell them to talk with me. I don't expect you to
explain my behavior, I can do that!" I argued back, hoping against all odds
she would at least talk with me after this.

	"But don't you see, even with that I'll be expected to explain some
of it." She barked back, trying to end what was supposed to be a
conversation that quickly turned into an argument.

	"Alright, fine then, if you don't want to talk I'll leave you
alone." I accept defeat, and began to turn away. 'Blind date here I come,
just please let Jason pick a guy who knows what a hockey puck is.' I
prayed.

	"God damn it!" I heard Camellia curse behind me. Causing me to
unconsciously turn around and see what was wrong. "You know I'm gonna
regret this!" she exclaimed as she pressed her index finger into the middle
of my chest accusingly. "But fuck it, you seem like a decent person. If you
want to be friends, fine we can be friends. But don't expect me to suddenly
start singing your praises to everyone!" She exasperatedly conceded to me.

	"I wouldn't dream of it" I responded trying and failing to lessen
the giant smile that spread across my face.

	"Good, by the way, you can wipe that giant smirk off your face
Knight. One wrong move, and I will stab your ass!" She threatened me.

	'Only if it's with Logan's dick.' My mind interjected, causing my
smile to grow as I tried to hold back my laughter. "Okay, okay I
understand, I'll be on my best behavior ma'am I promise." I
replied. Holding my hands up with an innocent look on my face.

	"Right...." She responded. "Well if you excuse me, I need to be
going now." She finished, briskly walking out of the alcove and down the
hall. Taking a breath I let my body relax against the cool cement wall. My
backpack falling from my shoulder to the floor. 'It's actually working, my
God, it's actually working. Now all I need to do is calm the waters with
everyone over at North and I might have a shot with Logan. Just please,
please let him be gay.'

	After my mental pleading I picked myself up, and grabbed my
backpack off of the floor, throwing it over my shoulder. Exiting the alcove
of the closet I soon found myself running into a guy clad in a red long
sleeve shirt.  Getting over the shock I quickly looked to see who it was I
ran into only to see the familiar features of Jason.

	"Whoah!.... Were you just in the janitor's closet with Camellia?"
He surprisingly asked. "Cause if so, what the hell happened to being on the
other team and all that."

	"Wait, WHAT!" I came back with, surprised Jason would even think of
something like that.

	"Well, I see her leave the closet like a minute ago and walked over
to find out who the lucky guy was only to get nearly run into by you. So
care to explain what's going on here Playboy? Or can I assume you've given
up on Captain Hottie and decided to try women as a way to get over him?"

	"First, let's go grab some lunch, I'm starving and then, I promise
I'll explain everything to you during our free period. Okay?" I came back
with, turning him around and throwing a hand over his shoulder to lead us
to the cafeteria.

                                                        * * * * *

	"So you see, that's whats going on with me and Camellia." I
finished as I pushed the rolled up part of me sleeve up to my elbow and off
of my forearm where it had fallen yet again.

	Lunch had quickly come and gone, the time stolen by our friends,
and our free period had quickly been taken up by homework. However, after
class Jason decided that I wasn't getting out of explaining what was going
on. So here we sat in one of the grassy fields on campus. Above us the
leave of a large oak tree hung, shading out bodies from the sun. The tree
was one of a few that was planted to the side of our school's campus. The
leaves themselves were just starting to change from their vibrant green to
the vivid yellow's and oranges of fall.

	"Wow I guess that means I don't need to set you up with a blind
date then." Jason responded while standing up, wiping the dirt off his
jeans before offering me a hand to do the same. Slowly I put my hand out
and took the help, lifting myself off the protruding root I was sitting on
and getting to my feet.

	"Yeah you can skip that," I responded jovially. "Although, I am
kind of curious, who would you have set me up with. I've never heard you
mention another one of your friends being gay before."

	"What you think I just blab everyone's secrets? I don't care what
someone has in common if they ask me to keep something quiet I do." Jason
responded matter of factly as we entered the back entrance of the school,
the quiet halls greeting us with their supposedly comforting colors.

	"Still, could you give me a hint? I'd love to find someone else to
talk with about boys. You know, one who when I mention jumping someone they
don't immediately say "Ohh god no"." I joked back at Jason.

	"Hey not my fault I don't wanna hear about that stuff!" he retorted
as we turned the corner to walk down the hallway that lead to the parking
lot and eventually our cars.

	"Yeah, and I wouldn't object either except that I get to hear all
of your, "I'd so hit that" and "Do you know how flexible she was" I mean
come on, you think I want to hear that?" I countered, my fustration and
isolation evident in my voice.

	"Touche my friend, you win this round. I'll try to object a little
less and be a better friend, but I still do not want to hear the full
detailed version!" Jason said, bowing out of the debate as gracefully as he
could.

	"Done." I responded, accepting my win.

	Just then we saw someone walk out of the gym in front of us holding
our team's mascot costume. Curious, I watched as they turned the corner to
follow down the hall. Since we were taking the same direction as we turned
the corner I checked out who it was in front of us.

	"Who's that walking away with the school mascot?" Jason asked, his
voice echoing my own thoughts.

	"I don't know but it isn't Dustin" I said. Dustin was the guy who
usually wore the mascot outfit for our school. He was a cool guy but tended
to be shy when the costume wasn't on him. When he put it on though he got
crazier than Carlos, and became a whole other person.

	I could tell it wasn't him because Dustin was a blonde and the boy
in front of me was brunette. A brunette with an awfully familiar hair
cut. And an amazing ass clad in those black jeans. And look at those arms
stretching the sleeves of his gray T-shirt, he has to play some sort of
sport, and 'OHH SHIT IT'S LOGAN!' I realized just as he walked out the
doors to the parking lot.

	"Jason, can you do me a favor and just stay here for a minute." I
practically begged giving the best puppy dog eyes I could.

	"Fine but you better come back in one piece and be ready to explain
everything." He replied.

	"Yes mom I promise I won't get hurt." I sarcastically replied.

	Quickly I sprinted down the rest of the hall and opened the doors
to see Logan handing over the costume to a few of his teammates in car
parked right by the entrance.

	"So what pray tell do you think you guys are doing with our mascot
costume?" I asked boldly. The boys quickly looked over at me, with Logan
nearly jumping five feet in the air as he turned around to see me.

	"Shit guys! Run, I'll meet up with you at the spot later!" Logan
yelled before running right at me.

	'Shit is this fucker really crazy enough to fight me over a
costume?' I asked myself as I prepared to catch his speeding form. Pulling
his fist back he threw it forward. Hastily, I pulled my head to the side
and dodged it just as he tackled me.

	Falling to the ground with a thud I pulled my chin to my chest so
it wouldn't hit the concrete. Feeling his body on top of mine, I knew this
wasn't going to end well. Still I put up a decent fight. The two of us
rolled around on the ground for a bit, each one trying to pin the
other. Finally, he seemed to have me, pinning me face down, my wrists
pressed to the ground by his. His head rested on mine, his chin pressed
into my hair. The rest of his body lie on top of mine the toes of his shoes
resting on my calves, his bulge pressing into my ass. 'Damn you clothes why
do you have to be in the way right at this moment.' My mind commented.

	Waiting a while he seemed to be frozen in this position, as if he
didn't plan what the next step would be after this. "You know you can't
keep me held to this sidewalk forever." I stated while struggling, all so I
could grind my ass against his crotch even harder; fulfilling my guilty
pleasure.

	"Whatever, jackass." he shot back, tightening his grip on
me. Finally having enough of this I took myself and quickly pulled my body
out from under his, rolling us over. Rearranging myself, I held his hands
to the concrete now. My chest hovering above his, my green eyes glued to
the chocolate brown irises of his own. My legs rested on his sides, my butt
rested down on top of his crotch.

	'I really need to get him into this position without worrying if
he'll punch me when I move my hands.' I thought. 'All in good time Ken just
stick to the plan and you just might get this.'

	"So, considering I can't keep you pinned here forever either, how
about you agree not to punch me and I let you up." I offered, hoping he'd
take it before a teacher walked by and saw what we were doing.

	"Fuck you!" He spat back, struggling against me with all his
might. His crotch grinding against my ass again.

	'Fuck if he keeps this up my cover will definitely be blown.' I
said to myself, feeling my own crotch reacting to the current activities.

	"Listen," I pleaded. "I'd rather not have a teacher come along and
have to call the cops cause of a fight. Can't you be reasonable and just
accept the truce?"

	"Fine," Logan acquiesced, letting himself go slack.

	"So I have your word, no punching me if I let you go" I confirmed,
watching as he nodded his head yes to my questions. Abruptly I let go of
his writs and pulled my own hands back. Looking down I waited a second and
when his fists didn't come rushing at my face I got up and stepped over so
he could get up; putting out my hand to help him up. Glaring at the hand
for a second with a look of contempt on his face he ignored it. Getting
himself up on his own, as if it my hand was laced with a deadly poison I
was trying to kill him with.

	"So, considering you didn't expect to be found out I don't think
you thought your plan through fully." I started watching his face for any
reaction. Seeing none I continued. "What I don't know if you realized is
that this little stunt is a crime, and if your found out the school will
call the cops on you."

	"Fuck you! You think your so great, but I bet you can't even win
without that damn mascot! So are you going to be a baby and call the cops
on me then. Bet you'd love that, Lofty Kenneth Knight saves the day yet
again, by doing what he always does, stepping on others he thinks to be
below him."

	"You're kidding right." I responded. "I'm no where near the person
you think I am. And by the way I wasn't going to call the cops. I know my
team can beat the next team we face this season. All I was going to say is
that I don't care if you take the costume, we'll live without it for one
game and still win. I won't tell anyone who took the costume so long as you
return it by next week after our game. You can pull your prank off and
still return it by then can't you?" I reasoned back. I sat there looking
into his eyes, which despite their sexy coloring, held nothing but venom
for me right now.

	"Fine, I'll return the damn thing next week." He spat out at
me. "But this doesn't change anything, I still think you're dick, ya know."

	"Fine, whatever. Think what you want Logan, it doesn't effect who I
really am, and maybe one day you'll get over all the shit on the ice and
see that I'm not the guy you think I am." I finished turning away from him
and walking back towards the door to the building.

	I walked back down the hall seeing Jason leaning against the wall.
His phone was out and he was texting someone one it.

	"Sooo... I need another favor," I began sheepishly knowing this was
not going to go over well with him.

	"What now?" he inquired, putting his phone down.

	"Well you see.." I began before my phone began to ring.