"so i saw that new chick and oo oo oooooo." freddy, a junior smiled while closing his eyes. "she's effin' hot! maybe one of the hottest that l.t.h.s has ever seen."
a lot of the guys nodded. me, on the other hand, stood infront of my locker slipping my shirt on. this is the casual locker room conversation; on girls and basketball but mostly girls.
"i thought i was going to pop a bo-" holden, a sophomore who is also on the varsity squad said with a giddy smile.
"shutup!" we all demanded in unison.
some guys even towel-whipped him to make him shutup. he was sorta the hazing material on the team, i had been in that position when i was a freshmen and sophomore because i was the youngest on the team. but holden on the other hand was pretty cool and we only picked on him sometimes or when he started acting like a moron. in fact, a lot of people think we're related because we look so much alike. except for the fact that his hair is blonde and straighter than mine. other than that we did look like brothers.
"what?" holden asked innocently. "we were all saying stuff."
the guys just rolled their eyes with a laugh and continued to change. i applied some deodorant then shoved my bag in my locker. the guys continued to talk their usual b.s.
"she was major hot." mike, a junior said before closing their locker.
"i'd bang her." adam, another junior laughed while leaning against the locker next to mike's. "and enjoy doing it."
the two of them walked out, laughing and making little comments. i looked around the locker room to notice that gabriel wasn't saying anything. you usually can't make him shutup about a hot girl.
"where's gabe?" i asked then looked at holden for an answer.
"uhmnh....i saw him walking off-campus with andrea or angelica or whatever her name is." he said while shoving her things into his locker.
"dumbass." i sighed because gabriel was going to get in trouble for ditching practice.
"yeah. i think she's ugly too." holden nodded while putting his lock on.
i laughed a bit because that wasn't what i meant. although, she is a bit on the dog-faced woman side.
"just because she's a major whore." he shrugged while standing up straight and looking me in the eye.
i looked around and noticed that we were alone in the locker room.
"lets go man." i said while jogging towards the door. "i bet we'll have suicides now."
"damn." he sighed, following me.
after-practice, they all headed towards the locker room. not holden and i, we owed coach five extra suicides because we were late. after our suicides, my legs felt shaky. so when i was walking back to the locker room i tripped over nothing and fell to the ground.
"you okay man?" holden asked while offering his hand to me.
i took it then stood up.
"yeah. my legs just gave out." i sighed and started to walk again. "it's nothing."
"nothing?" holden asked while following me. "legs just don't give out."
"it's probably because of all of the running." i assured. "if i run too much my legs get all weird. don't worry."
"i'm not worried." he lied with a sort of defensiveness in his voice.
"whatever." i said while pushing the locker room door open walked in a bit then left the door open a bit for holden.
we both walked into the locker room and were overcame with the shouts and talk of the other guys. stuff like:
"donna was all over greg h at chrissy's party! and chrissy was super-pissed. she's even thinking about fighting....."
"so then i made some reservations at the motel 6 and......"
"then i hauled-ass from there and that guy was..."
i just walked over to my locker and undid the lock to get my stuff and go home. holden started to follow me but he got dragged into another conversation.
"so holden lets get your opinon." craig started. "whose hotter? princess jasmine from aladdin or meg from hercules?"
"uhnhnmmhn......"
i just laughed while putting on my letterman jacket. i didn't feel like taking a shower, i just wanted to go home and sleep. i threw my bag over my shoulder and started out.
"wait. wait. wait. sterling!"
i turned around somewhat and looked back at the group of boys.
"whose hotter? princess jas--"
"neither."
"neither?" they echoed in disbelief.
"ariel from the little mermaid has my vote." i joked.
then walked out but before the door closed i heard them say; "i totally forgot about the little mermaid!" i walked outside and a gust of wind made my eyes water. i wiped my eyes quickly before bundling up. i walked over car and unlocked then placed my bags in the backseat then closed the door. when i started towards my drivers seat door i felt someone's big, cold, and strong hand get a grasp on my neck. i gasped.
"oh man! if you could've......your face!......hahahahaha!"
gabriel, none other than gabriel would hang around a parking lot just to scare the crap out of me.
"nice one gabe." i said sarcastically while punching him in the arm.
"ow! jerk." he sighed while rubbing his sore spot. "what did i do to you?"
i rolled my eyes then turned around and faced him then folded my arms.
"how was practice?" he asked before sniffling.
i noticed the tip of his nose was red and so were his cheeks.
"good. i had to run five extra suicides for being late." i shrugged.
gabriel snickered.
"you think that's funny? but imagine what you're going to run since you ditched practice." i smiled.
he stopped snickering then rolled his eyes. "not funny."
"you're right." i nodded. "it's hilarious."
he acted as if he was going to hit me in the gut so i flinched. he just laughed then took out a carton of cigarettes.
"want one?" he asked while pointing the box at me.
"nah. i'm good." i sighed while shifting from foot to foot, keeping warm.
although i was really dying for a cigarette but i never smoked so close to school. coach could catch me.
"you shouldn't smoke close to school, coach will kill you." i warned.
"coach won't, the cigarettes will." he joked then nudged me.
i hated when he joked like that.
"come on j-dog. have a spine." he sighed while rolling his eyes.
"what are you doing out here so late anyway?" i asked, changing the subject.
"oh. waiting for ms.ho-bag." he sighed. "she has like, drama club or diet club or somthing with a d."
"diet club?" i asked with a smile. "there's no such thing."
"no. there is. what club do those anorexic girls join?"
"like i know." i laughed then sniffled. "well, i'm going to go."
"don't ya wanna meet ms.ho-bag?"
i opened my door and looked back at him. he was lighting his cigarette.
"does she have an official name?" i asked with a smile.
"yeah. but i don't like using it." he shrugged. "but anyways, you going to meet her?"
"yeah. some other time." i sighed while getting into my car. "bye man."
i locked the door then turned on the heat. i started the car and honked at gabe before peeling out of there. i didn't want to meet his cousin when i was tired and most importantly smelled like sweat and dirty socks. how could i make a good first impression like that?
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