Corey’s POV
I’m doing this for Dee.
I’m doing this for Dee.
You can do this, Corey. You can do this.
No, I can’t!
Why would I agree to such a thing? He’s so damn creepy and now I have to entertain him. How the hell am I supposed to get that perv to agree to give me information? Oh for f***s sake though. I rinsed off my hair, my hands shaking enough to seem like I was giving myself a damn massage. I turned off the shower and stepped out, wrapping my towel around my waist.
I just had to be all alone in the locker room after practice. I couldn’t just shower at home like normal people! No! I swear, I am the cause of my own problems.
As I made my way towards my locker, cursing Dee for leaving me, I knew he was waiting for me just like he always does. It’s like he lives to creep me out. W
