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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 just can't not look. I'm not a perv or anything, but the eyes are just drawn to the boobs. "I think they've all gone home. Yeah, they all go home pretty early. I think you should just 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, ok. 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 just have way too much money.
"Thanks. That's ok. I'm sure I can get my mom or my grandmother." Only I wasn't able to reach either of them. I knew that Grams had late office hours tonight so she was probably with a client and I suddenly remembered that 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 stuff and headed out, prepared for the long, chilly walk home. It wasn't too bad until I emerged from the neighborhood surrounding the school onto the extremely busy Wyoming Blvd., one of the major North-South thoroughfares in uptown Albuquerque. It was now around 5:00pm (I guess--my cellphone is missing, remember? Nobody wears watches anymore) and the heavy northbound traffic from Kirtland Air Force base was humming along. Dusk comes early in November, which added to the chill. I had managed to get myself fairly wet when I picked up my clothes from the shower, so I was especially chilly in the wind that was now whipping around the more
"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 just can't not look. I'm not a perv or anything, but the eyes are just drawn to the boobs. "I think they've all gone home. Yeah, they all go home pretty early. I think you should just 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, ok. 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 just have way too much money.
"Thanks. That's ok. I'm sure I can get my mom or my grandmother." Only I wasn't able to reach either of them. I knew that Grams had late office hours tonight so she was probably with a client and I suddenly remembered that 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 stuff and headed out, prepared for the long, chilly walk home. It wasn't too bad until I emerged from the neighborhood surrounding the school onto the extremely busy Wyoming Blvd., one of the major North-South thoroughfares in uptown Albuquerque. It was now around 5:00pm (I guess--my cellphone is missing, remember? Nobody wears watches anymore) and the heavy northbound traffic from Kirtland Air Force base was humming along. Dusk comes early in November, which added to the chill. I had managed to get myself fairly wet when I picked up my clothes from the shower, so I was especially chilly in the wind that was now whipping around the more
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