Hare Moon

No Silver

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It's Friday and the final Fit period before the weekend. I hate changing for gym. Who wants to strip in front of strangers? At least the school changing rooms are in a separate area to the adult ones. And fortunately there are curtains between the doors and the room so that boys can't accidently catch a glimpse from the hallway. Unfortunately they do not respect the curtains. There's always someone peering in or opening the door to call dirty things. Animals, the lot of them.

One of the guys strolls right through today, raking his eyes over Georgia's nearly bare behind. I stand in front of her, blocking his view, grateful I'm already changed. He raises his brow. "Jealous, love? You looking for a little attention?"

The girls begin to notice him, shooting glares. A few cover themselves but others don't seem bothered. Some of them shout at him to leave, calling him a pervert. Ebony Vanesca marches right up to him in her bra and demands he stick to his own changing room for once. For once? Is this a common occurrence?

The guy steps closer. I hold my breath. There is something very, very wrong about the way he looks at her. Not a dirty leer or a smug smirk, but a dangerous, focused look. Predatory.

"Hughes!" Erin's voice pierces the room, "Get. Out."

The guy turns to her instead and I want to scream at her to run, this guy isn't safe. They stare each other down and finally Hughes knocks past her through the curtains. Erin glances about at the girls. Seemingly satisfied she heads over to me. "Sorry, I'm late." She looks flushed, hair a mess, clothes askew. When she pulls off her top I gasp. The biggest hickey I have ever seen marks the base of her neck.

She smirks. "You can see why."

I want to ask who but...no. I'm already blushing like some sort of prude. It's a hickey, that's all. I can't even look at it. That's weird, isn't it, giving someone a bruise because you like them? Since when is it sexy to cause ruptured blood vessels resulting in deoxygenated clots of blood?

"Thanks, Bunny," Georgia says, touching my arm lightly.

"No problem. He didn't see anything." 

Except her knickers and thighs and back and bra. But that's just swimsuit stuff, right? Either way, she doesn't need to know.

Erin sighs and grumbles something.

"It's alright, Erin, really." Georgia laughs. "We're used to it."

"Why don't the teachers stop them? Should we report this," I say.

"Shouldn't bloody have to," Erin growls, throwing her trousers aside, "I won't tell the Macs again, I won't do it! If they can't manage to keep a few teens in line I'll do it myself."

I let it drop, talking about other things instead. She needs to cool off quick, before I face her in Defence.

Milton waits beside Milly McBag. I noticed yesterday that he's let his beard grow, and whoa has it grown. The testosterone is strong in this one. It almost makes me pity his asshole-ness as opposed to want to strangle him. Clearly he just suffers from a severe hormonal imbalance. 

As we near his eyes zero in on my breasts, narrowing. What the hell?

"What is that?"

I peer down. "Oh, It's my cross. I'll tuck it in." I slip it beneath my top.

"You can't wear that here."

"But It's tucked in."

"At all. You can't wear it at school."