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I stopped short. ‘Dear’ Ger, the Pretty Boy Brat Boss stood in front of the closed door, his arms crossed and his red gold hair still dripping.
He looked me up and down.

“Much better. Those old rags of yours were functional but hardly flattering.” He commented.

“It’s a school uniform, Ger. They’re not usually designed along flattering lines…”
“Perhaps,” He was waring only a towel around his middle, “but as you can see there were far more flattering choices available and permissible.”

“But nowhere near as affordable… or comfortable,” I countered tugging at my itchy collar. “In any case, you know where the heater is, excuse me.” I stepped around him and reached for the door handle…
And froze. It was as if my body had been put on pause. My bag was eased from my shoulder.

Ger winced. “You’ll do yourself damage carrying this thing around.” His mouth was very close to my ear.

“Um…”I said. “If that’s you preventing me from leaving… could you please let go now? It’s my first day back at school and I don’t want to be late. I’ve got a bus to catch.” I squirmed uneasily… I really wasn’t at all comfortable being put on pause this way.