Hooded Beauty

Chapter 9

Jenna's POV

Where's Ally? Isn't it taking her a bit too long to get ready? And what is Alicia doing behind the bleachers? Wasn't she last seen with Ally? I sighed, time to head off to the locker room and see what's going on. I walked towards the hallway that lead to the boys' and girls' locker rooms, only to be surprised by Ashley, "Where do you think you're going?" she asked, blocking my way.

"Get out of the way Ashley," I said, shoving her off. As I did, I got a glimpse of what Alicia was doing behind the bleachers: she was trying to tear up a hoodie with difficulty. My brain clicked: Ally's hoodie! Did something happen to Ally behind my back? Did Alicia do something to Ally? I felt my face burn. 

How can I let my friend slip away from my hands like that? How could I be so dumb to leave her alone with that manipulative Alicia? Guilt washed through me. Alicia my darling, you're getting it. I stomped my feet towards her, my fists clenching and unclenching themselves, my mind racing, my heart pounding. I may have an anger problem, but I sure as hell have it for a reason.

"Alicia!" I heard Ashley shriek behind me, warning her. Of me. I saw Alicia's head turn, then our eyes met. I must have looked pretty pissed, because her expression turned from curious to shocked.

Good.

"I'm going to scramble up that pretty little face of yours Miss Popular" I threatened while I got closer, five feet between us.

Her eyes widened, "Take one step and-"  I raised my fist, "MRS.GELLAR!" Alicia shrieked.

Damn. Of all teachers, she just had to call out the one with the scary muscles. Forget her, I need to find Ally. I grasped her hands and she yelped, so I just grabbed Ally's hoodie and ran.

Destination: Locker Room.

Ally's POV

I heard footsteps backing away.

"Guys?" I asked.

I heard the door squeek.

"Hello?"

I heard the door shut.

Did she just?

That worthless bitch!

Great. Now all I have is my blue bra and pink undies. Very sexy, very sexy indeed. They're going to regret ever messing with me, as soon as I find out how I'm getting out of here. I mentally slapped myself for buying that. I stood on the tip of my toes to see through the top of the cubicle and check if there were any girls around.

No girls? Check.

No cameras? Check. Hell, why would there even be cameras in a locker room?

No clothes? Bloody check.

I looked around for any hint that might help, nothing. Great! I had nothing. Nothing but lockers. Hmph. But then a revelation came to mind. I slowly opened the door, double checking my surroundings, then ran.

I ran to every locker that wasn't locked in the first row. Nothing! I looked to my left and saw towels hanging from the showers, so I ran up to it and hid all the body parts that needed coverage. That calmed me down a bit, but I still panicked.

Now I need to find clothes. I ran up to the lockers in the second row, one by one, nothing. I had no choice but to run to the lockers in the third and last row, until I saw one in the far end. I opened it anxiously with a constipated look, nothing.

Now I start panicking.

I ran around the locker room like a drunken manic until my eyes fell on a box that read 'Lost and Found'. I neared closer, apprehensive, then opened it slowly. There was lipstick and a teddy bear and a poster and --  "Where have you been all my life?!" I mentally greeted a huge light blue jersey. As I quickly put it on I went back to the box and rummaged for anything that might work as pants, or cover my face, nothing.