It's the start of the 90s, and seriously out of style Vanessa tries to navigate the struggles of growing up without the guidance of her parents. Meanwhile Dallas Winston, the boy next door returns back in town after a year away...
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rumours BREAK the mould
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August 15th, 1991. 2:46 P.M.
It was the last class before school let out for the day, and the gym locker room was filled with sweaty students. Dallas and Daniel hit the showers, because they both knew the ladies didn't like the stink that came from their armpits especially after running track.
Daniel learned that the hard way when the head cheerleader outed him in the middle of class. He never left the house without dowsing himself in cologne ever again.
In the showers, the steam circulated the roof above them as they both drenched themselves in mostly cold low pressured water.
Dallas dripped with lathered soap that only seemed to pool on top of the drain. He slid his foot across the cover, and moved a bundle of stringy hair that was caught in the grate.
"Man, it's disgusting in here!" he recoiled in physical disgust.
Daniel looked over the half wall that divided them, "I think that hair is from the 70's." he playfully teased.
Dallas snarled, and stepped away from the showers with a towel wrapped around his waist. Daniel followed soon after and wriggled his nose up as he passed the communal trash that littered the floor of the locker room.
"Now I remember. I was going to ask you what's the deal with Vanessa and you?" Daniel asked, following him into the locker room.
Dallas snapped his head to look at Daniel, "Stupid rumours. Nothing is going on between us, trust me." he quipped.
"Whatever you say, man. She was in a pretty raging mood this morning though. Almost bowled me over when I opened the door for her. That girl is a firecracker." he chuckled at the memory.
At the narrow metal lockers, Dallas ruffled his hair with a towel before throwing it into the laundry bin. Daniel did the same, and chucked his duffle bag onto the bench.
