After pondering on whether or not to, I flipped my phone on the bed and walked towards the community shower. Never in my life had I imagined that Weston High will have one. I heard rich kids throw tantrums at the lack of 'privacy', but the community showers gave a different picture.
I saw a flock of teen girls showering, buck naked, and giggling at God knows what joke! Now all I had to figure out was, how to do just that, without feeling conscious of my body. It does little to no good to know that I was yet to clear the new stub of hair growing along the length of my arms.
I let out a sigh, stripping in a corner, and ran the razor across my arms before I stepped in the shower. Setting the temperature at its highest, I let the warm water burn my skin a little as my shyness leaves me, relaxing under the growing tingle in my bare body.
Of all the things I had find a little awkward, I could second guess the community shower. Naked girls in the vicinity didn't matter. The growing high pitch concerts of bathroom singers didn't bother. Foremostly, the fact that I had shaved in front of half of the Weston High and the ground didn't crack open didn't even seem so outrageous. Perhaps this time, everyone would mind their own business, and school would be a lot more bearable. Maybe Weston High folks have no hobby of getting under each other's skin. Amen.
Done with the little self-pep-talk, I reached for my clothes...Only to realise I forgot them in the dorm. I looked around for anything that could be of help. Wet clothes with sweat didn't cut it. So I settled for the next best thing...A towel that barely wrapped my body properly. My thighs laid covered, soaking it wet, but my 'not-in-shape' womanhood was threatened to get exposed if I yanked the towel a few degrees around. So I tried my best, walking with cautious steps as about half a dozen girl stared at the probable new girl, walking around the dorm in nothing but Weston High's community shower towel.
A few more steps to go. I convinced myself that no one was interested in how much of my skin was porcelain white or how rotund my butt was. I prayed the dorm girls to dismiss me as another case of crackhead gone bad when I turned the door knob open. I didn't take a moment to analyse the vicinity as my mind ran with the possible thoughts of pulling any thing that classified as a 't-shirt' over my body before I turn into a California Tomato.
"I swear I am never going to forget my clothes. Ever." I mumbled as I pulled the black tee over me.
I turned around to see Sherry's chauffer, standing in a corner. Going through her dresser. Why? How? And what the fuck is he doing here?
"Ahem." I hoped he would pay attention and walk out, but instead he shot me a glance and moved his fingers across the book he had picked from the shelf, and tucked it underneath his arm.
He seemed too occupied with whatever he was doing. Too cautious to not make any noise, which made it awkward enough for me to either tell him to get the hell out, or probably wear my panties.
"Do-Do you mind getting out? I have to change." I said, nodding my head. Calm down. Calm down.
"Well, go ahead. It's not like I am watching." He said, not taking a moment to look me in the eye.
"Umm- I need you to go out. Please?" I said, and he let out a chuckle.
"See, I have things to do. I am not leaving. Just get done with whatever you are doing." He said, moving to the drawers as he pulled out the handle and searched them.
"That's rude." I retorted. Just who does he think he is?
"Whatever. If I were you, I would like to put on some panties before talking about morals!" He said, as he plopped down on Sherry's bed, and flipped the pages of the book.
Fuck. I hurriedly put on my briefs and reached for denim in the pile. Maybe I will pretend that this never happened. And chances were that the rude asshole will forget about it too. The walls were the only other witness, and what happens between them stays between them.
"Hey. If you pretend you didn't see me like that, I won't complain about the 'breach of privacy' to Sherry." I said, getting a hold of the wet towel as I bend over the floor.
"I wasn't seeing in the first place. Seen things that are better than that." He said, as one corner of his lips raised slightly than the other in a 'asshole forever' smirk. Did he just played 'hot or not' with me? I wasn't asking for his goddamn validation!
"Ah! And I have flaunted to more mindful people!" I said, mind slapping myself over the lie.
"Have you, now?" He said, rising from the bed as he walked closer to me.
"Haven't they told you then?" He whispered slow.
"Told what?" I found myself speaking in a low voice. Finding it hard to get the words. The towel slipped from my hand, and he got a hold of it before the fabric hit the floor. What's his deal?
I noticed that his eyes were deeper than the ocean blue. A piercing mark cut a scar in his eyebrow, and his sharp nose had faint freckles. And then there were his lips...salacious, rough, a little bruised.
"Liar." He said, moving away, as the door slammed open and shut right out, and he walked out...with the wet towel.
Now of all the times? Just what was he trying to pull? Whoever this guy was, I've had enough of him.
"What the fuck happened?" I yelled, plopping on my bed, and pulled the denim pants on.
"Who the hell does he think he is?" I mumbled, running the comb through my hair. Fucking stupid locks.
Ring.
I reached for the phone to see the alarm buzzing. Fuck, it was almost five! And I had no clue what to wear to a Frat party. Not after I was told I was not 'better' by a guy who didn't even know me! God, I hoped we never see each other. Ever. Again.