This choice: Into the girl's locker room it is. • Go Back...
Chapter #5
The Locker Room
by: Unknown
You can feel your wet flip flops clapping on the ground as you run down the vacant hallway and your friend's mystery dish churning around, waiting for it's speedy exit. You clench your teeth, cradle your churning gut, and think that really was the last time you're going to eat when there's a party, period. Finally, after what seems like ages, you see a sign that reads "lockers" but you blatantly ignore the hot pink coloring to it and take a sharp left turn straight into the girl's locker room.
A wall of damp heat and soft-sweet fragrances make your head feel a bit light and blank, but you continue in your mad dash towards the soft pink colored stalls. With a dull thud and a loud click the stall door is locked behind you and as you struggle to pull your, still dripping, swimming trunks down. The wet fabric clings to your skin, but with large yank they slide down your legs and your butt lands on the cool porcelain. Within miliseconds the waterworks begin.
After the sound of rushing fluids, a sense of relief feels you. Quickly you wipe and catch a quick glimpse of what you relieved, but to your surprise the toilet was filled with a slightly murky gel with what looks like a chicken's thigh bone in the middle of it... What the hell did you eat last night.
Quickly you throw your used piece of toilet paper into the pile of goo and flush, not turning around to check if it went down, and pulling up your dark blue swimming trunks. With a quick flick of your wrist the stall door opens with another loud click and a squeaking noise. Only then do you realize you took a very, very wrong turn.
The entire bathroom had creamy blush to hot pink color scheme and everything was orderly and clean. It didn't smell like a porta-potty, heck, the air even felt more breathable. This was the girl's locker room and every fiber of your shirtless being knew it. If you get seen, no, when you get seen you'll never be able to show your face in public again, much less this school.
Your heart sinks further as you see a shadow slowly creeping across the floor and a girly voice echo across the pink tiles. You scramble around for anywhere to hide. You only see two areas, the showers and the janitors closet. You manage to...
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