In Trouble
1013 Words
Jem
"I'm naked," I groaned.
"Tell me something I don't know," the high pitched whiny voice replied, and I heard the other girls giggling.
I was beginning to suspect that my bestfriend Aspen had been right when she had brought up the theory that mean girls were paid to laugh at their queen bee's every word.
"Look, Luna_"
"It's Lola!" The girl snapped, and I was suddenly glad that a door separated us and she couldn't see my eye roll.
"Lola, I swear to God, I didn't sleep with your boyfriend." I said desperately.
"Then why is he always texting you?"
"Because I'm his biochemistry tutor!" I snapped, wrapping my arms around myself to fend off the chill that was setting in.
"My boyfriend is smart, hot and amazing," Lola hissed, "He doesn't need a tutor."
I banged my head against the tiled bathroom wall and regretted the day I had agreed to become Noah Flint's tutor in exchange for some extra cash. I also regretted coming to the gym by five am when nobody else was around to save me from the stupid cheerleaders.
"I promise to never speak to your boyfriend again if you just give me my clothes," I lied, because there was no way I was losing my source of income over a crazy girlfriend, "I'll block his number and everything. I swear on my stepmother's life."
RIP, dear stepmother.
"I don't believe you. I can tell that you're already obsessed with him. Who wouldn't be?"
"He's so hot," one of her larkies sighed dreamily.
I tried to picture Noah. I guess he was good looking enough... For someone who was partially blind, had a mild brain damage and no taste.
"You can't have him, b***h," Lola continued, "He's mine. My football captain, perfect boyfriend. I've already met his sisters and we will get engaged after graduation. We plan on having two kids and moving to California."
"Congratulations and goodluck. I hear California is fun!" I tried to put as much enthusiasm into my voice, "You two would make a beautiful couple. Now, can I have my clothes?"
She chuckled, "Nice try ugly duckling, but I'll be keeping this as your punishment, bye."
Panic filled my chest and my eyes widened. If Luna- I mean, Lola- walked away with my clothes, I'll be stuck there till someone else came to the gym, and I'll be late for my first day at my summer internship.
And I had heard that my new boss was very unforgiving.
I couldn't believe that after bursting my ass and nearly sending myself to the emergency hospital ward to get this coveted internship, I was now going to lose it because of something as crazy as this.
"Look, Lola, I swear I don't have any interest in Noah." I tried again, pitching my voice to be as soft and as earnest as possible.
"Liar!" She snarled.
My type was large, older, distinguished men who dripped with confidence and set my body on fire. Noah was the opposite of that.
"Why the hell would I want your boyfriend, he looks like something from cartoon network," I snapped, at the edge of my patience, "I'm so sorry, but my type isn't dumb athletes that live off beer and pizza and skip leg day."
I heard the collective horrified gasps from the other side of the food and knew immediately that I was in trouble. If Lola had had any plans of returning my clothes, those plans were now firmly in the bin.
"How dare you?" She seethed, "You pathetic cow. Just because you couldn't get him to cheat on me, you're badmouthing him now. Well, good luck going home in nothing but soap suds."
I didn't even have the grace of having soap suds to cover up any part of my nudity. My father used to say that my mouth would get me into deep trouble one day. That day was today.
"Wait, no!" I gasped, "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to_"
The sound of exiting footsteps and a door banging shut were my only response. I cursed Lola and her dumb jock boyfriend a million times in my head before gingerly slipping out of the stall. if I had my phone, I'd have called Aspen to get me a change of clothes.
But the gods apparently hated me, because my phone was tangled up in my winnie the pooh blanket in my apartment.
My body was already half dry from my shower, and without another choice, I slipped out of the women's bathroom and went down the hallway to try the men's.
Men were careless enough to have forgotten clothes strewn around their locker room. Goosebumps rose up on my arms as I cracked the door open and searched around for signs of anybody.
Relieved that the coast was clear, I walked naked into the men's locker room and began to root around for any spare article of clothing.
God, please, even boxer briefs would do.
"Yes!" I squealed and jumped up in excitement as my gaze suddenly fell on where a pile of clothes had been abandoned on a bench.
Despite the fact that I hadn't crossed the doors of a church in years, it seemed God hadn't totally given up on me. Grinning, I crossed the room and reached for the clothes.
A t-shirt and joggers that were ten sizes too big, but then again, everything tended to look large when one was five feet three. The smell of clean laundry detergent, a man's musk and a light trace of cologne filled my nose and I found myself sniffing the clothes curiously.
Whoever had these clothes smelled divine.
Just as I raised my leg to put on the shorts, a cold voice sounded from behind me.
"What the f**k do you think you're doing?"
I jumped with a start, and because I only had one foot on the ground, I immediately lost my balance and began to tip sideways.
I squeezed my eyes shut and braced for the pain.
But it never came...
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