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This is only part of a story I have going in my head, so it's only a sample.


She stood in the shower, staring at the dingy old tile on the walls and letting the semi-hot water run down her tired self. "What is her problem?"she thought as she washed the sweat off her back,"So what if Daniel comes to talk to me after practice in the auditorium. It's not like he's cheating on her with me or anything. He just comes to talk to me. She needs to lighten up."

Angie checked the clock in the hall and finished rinsing the soap off before the water got turned off. She squeezed out most of the water in her hair and wrapped up in her towel. She grabbed her stuff and walked down the rows of lockers to hers near the back. Some girls who knew Mandy, the most popular girl in school and Daniel's "girlfriend", gave her smirks and dirty looks as she walked by.

As she turned down the row where her locker was, she noticed something wasn't right. She had left her shoes out by her locker, which were now knocked under the bench. She turned around and checked her locker. Her eyes just about fell out of her head, her locker was open and her day clothes were gone. She didn't have her spare set of PE clothes here, they were at home getting washed.

"What the hell? hey, where are my-", she was cut off by a voice of sheer malice and beauty. She turned around slowly as the voice she recognized said, "Looking for these?" Mandy stood before her with two of her bimbo-ettes on either side of her, holding her clothes. She held up Angie's jeans in one hand and her favorite red shirt in the other. She wasn't holding her bra and underwear, Angie was smart in taking them with her to the shower, wrapped in her towel.

"Well, I can certainly say Daniel doesn't like you for your clothes, am I right girls?" Mandy said, her mini-Mandy's giggling behind her.

"Look, this is childish. Just please, give me back my clothes already. I'm gonna be late for the bus!" Angie said. She was holding her towel up with one hand, and reaching for her clothes with the other. Mandy just smiled and handed her clothes to her minions.

"And what if I don't?" she said leaning toward Angie. She snapped her fingers and the girls went down the hall, in the same direction of the showers which were still going. Angie's eyes widened in horror as the girls returned, her clothes absent. She narrowed her eyes and said, "Why are you doing this? I didn't do anything to you!"

"Oh, but you did," Mandy said taking a step toward her, "You're intruding between me and Daniel, stealing him away after practice, talking to him at the games, it makes me sick." She took two more steps toward her as she spoke. "And if anyone comes between me and my man, there will be hell to pay."

Angie saw that the girls were closing in on her, with her in her towel. She swallowed hard and said, "Look, I swear I haven't done anything to go against you. He just comes to see me for help on homework."

Mandy's face had gotten stony and almost evil. She raised her hand and back-handed Angie, right in the face. The blow was surprising enough to where Angie dropped her towel and was crouching on the ground, holding her face, tears pricking her eyes. She looked up at the girls who stood over her with evil grins on their made-up faces. Mandy raised her hand again, and Angie turned away as she was slapped again, the acrylic nails scratching her face. She tried to crawl away from the now laughing girls, finding the naked crying girl in front of them amusing. Angie was huddled on the cold floor, her wet hair dripping on the ground along with her tears.

She shut her eyes tight expecting the shadow behind her to be the next blow. But she heard the girls gasp. She looked up to see another shadow with the others on the floor in front of her. She peeked over her shoulder to see a boy standing with his arms crossed facing Mandy and the girls.

"What the hell are you doing in here?" Mandy said trying to sound seducing to whoever it was.

"I believe you've done enough to her. Leave now, and I won't tell the teacher." Said the boy. Angie's eyes widened and her jaw dropped as she recognized the voice; it was Daniel! In the Girls' locker room!

There was a moment of silence, then the sound of three pairs of heels clicking their way out of the room. Angie was still facing away, sitting on the floor, naked and wet. She began to cry again, being totally embarrassed.

"Are you ok?" Daniel asked, taking off his jacket and draping it on Angie's shaking form. She immediately stopped crying, looking to see what he did. She turned around to see him pick up her towel and hold it out toward her, his eyes looking away. She looked at him a second.

"Thanks," she said taking her towel.

"You're welcome, I'll let you cover up," he said, turning around to give her some privacy. She quickly wrapped her towel around her bottom half and held the jacket closed. He looks to see if she was decent, then picked up his gym bag and set it on the bench. He unzipped it, rummaged around a second, and pulled out a t-shirt and a pair of shorts.

He handed them to her saying, "Here, it's my spare change out clothes." She took them gingerly, trying not to let the jacket open as he continued, "I know they won't fit, but they're clean." She looked at the clothes, then at him as he zipped up his gym bag and set it back on the floor. She wanted to say something, but her mind was blank. All she could muster was a weak, "Thank you."

He looked at her and half-smiled. "What did they do with your clothes?" he asked.

Her throat was dry even though she was dripping wet. "They threw them in the showers. I think the water just got turned off," she said realizing the absence of the sound of the showers.

"Ok," he said looking down the row, "Is there anyone else in here, or did they all go? Showers are down that way, right?" he pointed in the direction of the showers.

"No, they all left, and yeah, they're that way," Angie said, "Oh, and watch out for the coach's office, I don't know if she's still here."

He nodded in reply. "I'll be right back. I'll let you get dressed," he said, then disappeared down the hall.

She looked to make sure he was out of sight, then looked around. She realized her bra and underwear were scattered with her stuff on the floor and flushed with embarrassment. "Oh, great," she thought as she picked up her bra and underwear, "He saw me naked and my bra was in plain view. Perfect!"

Angie quickly took off his jacket and put on her underwear and bra. She held up the shorts for a second, sniffed them to see if they were clean, and pulled them on. She tugged on the drawstring and tightened them. as she pulled the shirt over her head, she sniffed the fabric. It had a smell like AXE deodorant, slightly of foot powder and sweat, but it altogether smelled like him. "It was in his gym bag with all his dirty duds," she thought. She gathered up her shoes, but as she sat to put them on, she noticed her socks were missing. She clenched her jaw and put her bare feet in her shoes anyways.

She was gathering up her stuff as Daniel came around the corner wringing out her shirt, her jeans flung over one shoulder. Her socks, sadly, were dripping over his other shoulder.

"I believe these belong to you," he said handing Angie her clothes. "Do you need socks?" he asked, reaching for his duffel bag.

"Oh, no thanks. I'll jsut go home in just my shoes," she said pointing out her foot, "You've done enough already." But even as she spoke he opened his bag and pulled out a pair of socks.

"Oh, hell no. I'm not letting you go home without socks and get a blister," he said handing her the socks, "You are wearing these socks." She looked at him, and he looked at her with a "you're-taking-them-and-that's-final" look. She gave in and took the socks. She pulled on the socks and saw that they went all the way up to her knee. "These must be his soccer socks," she thought noticing the blue with white stripes, "Better not argue."

She picked up her backpack and plastic bag with her clothes and walked out where he was waiting for her. He held the door open with his foot so she wouldn't get locked in. "Ready?" he said. She nodded and they walked out of the building to the front office.