I marched into the guys locker room, getting smacked
in the face with a dose of old sweat and socks.
I almost gagged it was so bad.
Several of the guys halted mid motion while some attempted to cover
their man parts.
Please. Like I wanted to see that.
“Where’s Baustic?” I asked a wide-eyed jock next to me
who was standing in front of an opened locker in nothing but his boxers.
He simply blinked as if unable to speak and pointed
toward the left. I rolled my eyes and
marched toward the edge of the aisle, turning down another to find him about
five seconds away from pulling down his jeans.
“Yo Baustic!”
His head snapped in my direction, blue eyes wide with
a mixture of shock and confusion.
“K-Kory?” His voice came out
higher than usual. “What the hell are
you doing in here?”
I jerked my chin toward the back of the locker room
where the showers were. “We got some
unfinished business.” My face pulled
that characteristic sneer most people were afraid of. I couldn’t let anyone think I was here for
any other reason than to either kick Brett’s ass or collect on a debt.
He glanced around, taking in our
audience. “Yeah, that thing. Right.”
He zipped up his pants and followed me toward the back out of sight...