Part VI
Lacey fell into her seat and let head rest on the desk. The girls would all be at the locker room by 8, she needed to hurry up and get there before it filled up. The professor was just getting to the Z’s.
“Zeeman.” “Here.” “Zetter.” “Here.” “Zissman.” “Here.” “Zitman.” “Here.”
Unfortunately for Lacey, the class had 17 students with the last name starting with Z, so this took a while. It was rather peculiar.
When the professor finally finished it was a quarter till. He retreated back to his desk, Lacey’s cue to go ask to be excused.
“Excuse me, professor, but may I be excused. I need to go set up a few things for the pep rally.”
Lacey heard a few of the boys in the first row sniggering. When she turned her head one of the boys was pointing right at her butt.
“Nice undies,” one of the other boys said.
Confused, Lacey looked down to see her old jeans had a huge hole right at the pocket. Almost her entire right cheek was revealed. She was certain today could not get any worse. She covered the jeans hole with her hand and asked the professor again, which he soon granted.
“Oh yeah go ahead. Look forward to seeing you perform today.”
“Thanks.” She smiled back then whisked off gathering her stuff and heading right to the locker room.
When she got out the door she sprinted as fast as she could, causing a slight commotion outside. One person who took notice of this was Tara, sitting bored in her own home room class. Tara was intrigued, why was Lacey in such a frenzy?
“Professor, can I go to the bathroom?”
“What? The math room. Hahaha”
“Ugh, can I?”
“Yeah knock yourself out…”
Tara grabbed her bag and went out the door, spotting the fleeing figure running toward the gym. She followed.
Lacey hastily looked around all the lockers, making sure the room was completely empty. Then she darted toward the back corner with the showers, checked again, yelling out “Hello,” and then proceeded when there was no response back. She stripped off her shirt and ripped old jeans. She turned the knob, a rush of warm water shooting out. She checked again: nobody. Lacey pulled the towel out of her bag and hung right outside her stall. Then she got in, pulled the curtain firmly shut and stripped off the rest of her clothes, tossing them in a small pile outside her stall.
Tara entered the locker room, immediately hearing the odd sound of the shower actually being used.
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