As I sat down on the boys locker room bench, I chewed effortlessly on the stick, left from Frank's lollipop. The one he sucked on like it depended on his life. The one he took out of his mouth and shoved into mine. The one I accepted willingly to touch my tongue and be consumed and broken down by my own teeth. The sweetness was delicious, leaving my lips sticky and flavored. Yet now, all I had for souvenir was the skinny white stick. I pulled it from my mouth, shoving it into my pants pocket. I would add it to my most valuable collection later on. I sighed, remembering the fact that I was indeed in gym class. Meaning, I had to change into my gym attire, get out onto the gym floor and work my scrawny butt off.
I stood up from the bench, dusting my pants off of any dirt particles before turning to my gym locker, entering my lock combination before pulling out my neatly folded clothes. I laid them down on the bench, unbuttoning my shirt. I checked around at the rowdy teenage boys who were too busy boasting about their weekend hook ups before quickly pulling off my polo and pulling on my ugly ass purple and green P.E uniform shirt.
I started unbuckling my pants but just when I decided to drop them, Frank Iero walked into the boys locker room. I dropped down and grabbed my pants, pulling them back up. I felt my cheeks burn with color as I turned away from him before he caught me looking. I pretended to rummage through my locker for some unknown treasure as he chatted animatedly with his friends. I peeked back at him from the corners of my eyes, catching him as he too started pulling his clothes off to change into his gym outfit.
My eyes racked his body, my mouth completely dry of any moisture as my heart throbbed against my ribcage. He pulled his shirt off and stretched. Just as quick as he pulled off his shirt, he pulled on another shirt before unbuckling his pants. I turned my eyes away, dropping my pants too. I stepped out of my skinny jeans before stepping into my sweatpants. I waited a second before turning back to stare at him and I couldn't help but bite down on my bottom lip, hard. His pants were long gone, leaving me staring at a pair of underwear and a certain outline of the thing between his thighs. My breathing hitched and I turned away sharply, slamming my locker shut and rushing out of the locker room.

If I stayed any longer I knew my body would react and right now we couldn't have that could we? I closed my eyes, steadying my breathing as I tried to think about kittens, maybe geometry

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