but here’s hoping. I really didn’t know quite what to make of our relationship; were we just friends? It seemed like maybe that’s all he wanted sometimes, but then I’d catch him looking at me in a certain way and I wasn’t so sure. It would actually be fine with me—more than fine—if he wanted more than friendship. I mean, come on; he’s totally hot! He’s also really sweet and smart…and I almost missed the cheerleaders packing up and retreating to the locker room.
I sauntered after them casually, grateful to end my afternoon workout. Veronica was already stripping off her bandeau bra when I rounded the corner into our row. She gave me a dirty look and thrust her too-perky breasts a little higher. I tried to ignore her massive mammary glands as I made my way to my locker. “What the…?” I was gazing in shock at my open locker, backpack, gym bag and various articles of clothing spread on the floor. I looked closer and saw the ruins of my hot pink combo lock amongst the wreckage. “Shit,” I whispered. I’m not usually much of a potty mouth, but my locker had been broken into! I think I’m entitled. “Shit, shit, shit…” I continued under my breath as I began to gather up my erstwhile belongings. “My wallet and my iPhone are gone!” I followed a trail of clothing into the showers and found my jeans, shirt, and jacket, wet and crumpled in a corner of the showers. Now that’s just mean.
“Wow, that sucks.” I turned quickly and found myself face-to-boob with Veronica’s chest.
“Oh for God’s sake, put a shirt on, “I mumbled as I pushed past her with my dripping garments in my hands. Great. What was I going to wear home? How was I going to get home? My bus pass was in my wallet. Shit.
I was standing in front of my locker, shoving the few possessions I had left in my backpack. “I don’t even know what to do. Do I report it?” I asked Veronica.
“I don’t know. I’ve never had that happen,” she replied.
“Do you think any of the coaches are still around? Maybe I should find one,” I wondered, half to myself.
“No!” Veronica surprised me by nearly yelling. At least she finally had her shirt on. It’s unnerving talking to someone who’s topless. You can’t not look. I’m not a perv or anything, but the eyes are drawn to the boobs. “I think they’ve all gone home. Yeah, they all go home pretty early. I think you should report it tomorrow at school. That’s what you should do.” She was nodding so hard I thought her head might bob off. Weird reaction, but I had other worries currently.
“Yeah, okay. Can I use your phone real quick? My bus pass got stolen so I need to call and see if I can get a ride home.”
“Um, sure. Here.” She shoved it in my hands. “I’d offer you a ride, but I’m getting a ride with my boyfriend and he only has two seats.” I’d seen him tearing out of the parking lot in his Corvette. Some people have way too much money.
“Thanks. That’s fine. I’m sure I can get my mom or my grandmother.” Only I wasn’t able to reach either of them. I knew Grams had late office hours tonight so she was probably with a client and I suddenly remembered my mom had said she had a PTA meeting and that I was supposed to warm up leftover spaghetti for dinner. I tried to call Tara and even Travis, but no luck. I need more friends. What the hell good are cell phones if you can’t get someone when you really need them? I handed the phone back to Veronica and decided I’d better get started walking the two miles home. I know it’s not that far, but remember: I just finished running for, like, two hours, and I was going to be wearing shorts and a t-shirt and a thin sports bra courtesy of some inconsiderate thief. And it was getting really cold outside. Shit.
“Well, good luck,” said Veronica. “It really sucks that your stuff got stolen.” Yeah, you said that. “Well, bye.” She waggled her fingers as she left.
I finished gathering up my
I sauntered after them casually, grateful to end my afternoon workout. Veronica was already stripping off her bandeau bra when I rounded the corner into our row. She gave me a dirty look and thrust her too-perky breasts a little higher. I tried to ignore her massive mammary glands as I made my way to my locker. “What the…?” I was gazing in shock at my open locker, backpack, gym bag and various articles of clothing spread on the floor. I looked closer and saw the ruins of my hot pink combo lock amongst the wreckage. “Shit,” I whispered. I’m not usually much of a potty mouth, but my locker had been broken into! I think I’m entitled. “Shit, shit, shit…” I continued under my breath as I began to gather up my erstwhile belongings. “My wallet and my iPhone are gone!” I followed a trail of clothing into the showers and found my jeans, shirt, and jacket, wet and crumpled in a corner of the showers. Now that’s just mean.
“Wow, that sucks.” I turned quickly and found myself face-to-boob with Veronica’s chest.
“Oh for God’s sake, put a shirt on, “I mumbled as I pushed past her with my dripping garments in my hands. Great. What was I going to wear home? How was I going to get home? My bus pass was in my wallet. Shit.
I was standing in front of my locker, shoving the few possessions I had left in my backpack. “I don’t even know what to do. Do I report it?” I asked Veronica.
“I don’t know. I’ve never had that happen,” she replied.
“Do you think any of the coaches are still around? Maybe I should find one,” I wondered, half to myself.
“No!” Veronica surprised me by nearly yelling. At least she finally had her shirt on. It’s unnerving talking to someone who’s topless. You can’t not look. I’m not a perv or anything, but the eyes are drawn to the boobs. “I think they’ve all gone home. Yeah, they all go home pretty early. I think you should report it tomorrow at school. That’s what you should do.” She was nodding so hard I thought her head might bob off. Weird reaction, but I had other worries currently.
“Yeah, okay. Can I use your phone real quick? My bus pass got stolen so I need to call and see if I can get a ride home.”
“Um, sure. Here.” She shoved it in my hands. “I’d offer you a ride, but I’m getting a ride with my boyfriend and he only has two seats.” I’d seen him tearing out of the parking lot in his Corvette. Some people have way too much money.
“Thanks. That’s fine. I’m sure I can get my mom or my grandmother.” Only I wasn’t able to reach either of them. I knew Grams had late office hours tonight so she was probably with a client and I suddenly remembered my mom had said she had a PTA meeting and that I was supposed to warm up leftover spaghetti for dinner. I tried to call Tara and even Travis, but no luck. I need more friends. What the hell good are cell phones if you can’t get someone when you really need them? I handed the phone back to Veronica and decided I’d better get started walking the two miles home. I know it’s not that far, but remember: I just finished running for, like, two hours, and I was going to be wearing shorts and a t-shirt and a thin sports bra courtesy of some inconsiderate thief. And it was getting really cold outside. Shit.
“Well, good luck,” said Veronica. “It really sucks that your stuff got stolen.” Yeah, you said that. “Well, bye.” She waggled her fingers as she left.
I finished gathering up my
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