Stout to Slut

He sees me...naked?!

Part three...

"Beep! Beep! Beep!" My alarm went off sooner than I thought. I kept on hitting the snooze button, but since my eyes were closed, it must have looked like I was swatting a fly.

I finally gave up and let the sound fly into my ears. It was really annoying. I should really change my alarm soon.

When I finally managed to roll out of my bed, I heard a tap on my window. It must have been the wind, so I walked to the bathroom to take a shower.

I turned the water, and let it wake me up since I could barely open my eyes. The only thing I was worrying about is that people might bully me. Or even worse, they might recognize me. God knows what they would do to me then. I decided to not let these worries control my mind. It could only make matters worse.

Other than the horrible worries I was having, that must have been the best shower I have taken, since it really woke me up, and I felt like I could do anything. Like....flying! Yes that's it! I jumped out of the shower,and let my wings- OW!

I fell on the cold, hard floor, which broke my imagination.

I stood up, and grabbed my towel, but then realizing that I left it on my bed. That wasn't good. Should I go? I mean there's no one to actually see me. My dad was at work, and my mom was down stairs. But what if, there was some murderer waiting for me behind the door? I locked my room door, right? Yup. But my window....maybe?

I grabbed my shampoo, since I didn't have pepper spray, and turned my doorknob ever so slightly. It made a small creaky noise. But I left this murder mystery feeling and just slammed the door open.

"Hey sweet cheeks." Oh no. I screamed. After a second, I heard a guy scream. And I squirted my shampoo all over what I thought was the murderer's eyes andshut the bathroom door, breathing heavily.

"Who are you" I asked with a stern voice.

"A-Aaron." I was shocked. Why was he here? How did he find me? Did he see...my body!?

I peeked through the door. Aaron was on the ground, trying to remove my shampoo of his eyes and slightly attractive flannel.

"Did you...umm" I tried saying it without sounding weird. "Did you see something....uh, my body?"

He rapidly blinked. And I felt kinda bad.

"How can I see anything, when you-- ugh! My eyes!" he screamed.

"Sorry" I whispered. "But why exactly are you here? In my room?"

He finally managed to look up at me and said "I-- uhhh...well, itwasadare!" He quickly said.

A dare huh. Best excuse ever.

"I am going to go now, sooo... Yeah." I nodded. He stood up, went around my bed, and jumped out of my window. That flannel though...it excites me.

I looked around my room, just to make sure of no surprise attacks. But I got my shampoo, so I am fine.

I creaked my door wider, and quickly grabbed the towel, which was resting on my bed the whole time. Stupid towel! I wrapped it around me, feeling safer and more comfortable.

I walked to my window, and closed it. Aaron and another guy on a motorcycle were standing outside and were talking. I wonder what. Probably me and how embarrassing that was. My cheeks heated up as I thought about it. It was disturbing.

Anyway, I pretended that incident never happened and got ready for the first day of school. Plus, I put a ton of makeup, after thinking that people might recognize me.
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Hey guyz
So... this was a short chap. I SO SORRY. I'll try to make the next ones longer. But this was weird though. Here's a lesson to learn: never ever forget your towel. You never know what's going to happen... but I always do. Thx for 100 reads. I know it's a small number, but it's an accomplishment! So vote, comment, and check out my other stories!