Chapter 2: Marcus

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I shock my head disappointed with my country. I didn't think our government would allow women to join the freaking military. I joined to get away from all the dolled up and conceded girls, now I'll have to spend war with them. My mom also wanted me to join but I don't do anything unless it benefits me. It was already hot since we were out in a very sandy turan. I was exhausted of the drill we had been put through today, something I knew a girl wouldn't be able to withstand. I had beads of sweat dripping down me but I don't mind sweating. I decided to head towards the shower, hoping it wouldn't be to crowded. I grabbed a t-shirt and some pants. Girls couldn't last a day in the army. I entered the bathroom, I saw unfamiliar faces and well known ones. I tried not to make eye contact and mind my own buisness, even though we all have the same parts it still was awkward being in a room where men where not afraid to show their stuff. Also, if I was caught looking I would be considered "gay" as the army likes to call it. This would mean I would get kicked out and I did nopt want to go home after leaving for almost four months now. I didn't want to see my step dad either. He made my life a living hell. I stepped into a shower and pulled the shower curtains closed so no one would peak. I turned on the watere and it came pouring down slowly. The water system was crap but I did not mind. The water itself was freezing cold which made no sense since it wsas burning hot outside. I let the water hit my jet black hair and drip down my tan face. I stayed like this for about two minutes and decided to take a quick shower. Once I finished cleaning my body, I dried myself, and put on my tshirt and pants. I picked up my towel and bumped into James. "Bro, what are you doing here?" He asked. James was an idiot, a complete moron in my book. He says he always had girls on him though, which doesn't make sense to me. 

"I don't know James, what do most guys come to the shower room for?" I asked with sarcasm.

"Gosh, don't need to be so harsh about it." He states shooting me a glare.

"If you want to talk, can we do it some place where we aren't surronded by men taking showers?" I asked really wanting to get oput of the shower room.

"You feel uncomfterble?" He asked raising an eyebrow.

"I don't like being around naked guys, never have never will be. I perfer girls." I stated seriously.

"Yeah we all know, soon they'll have naked girls in here too!" He shouted happily. "I wouldn't mind them coming to visit me and sleep with me." I rolled my eyes. He was a ladies man. "They'll even talk about my big thing, so then the whole camp will know its not little." This made me chuckle. James would do anything to prove his balls were big.

"Why would they say that? I thought you had none." I joked and a couple of easedroppers laughed. He raised an eyebrow at me.

"Are you sure?" He asked and I didn't realize all James was wearing was his towel. Crap! I would have never said he had none if I realized one movement of his hand would  cause his towel to drop and that is exactly what he did. He was showing the world his stuff while I turned around right before his nuts came into view. I walked quickly out of the shower room and into the heat of out camp. An idiot, who does that to prove they have balls? I mean seriously, we all know you have balls they don't let girls into the army, until now. This whole girl thing was really frustrating me, why girls. Next they'll let kids start fighting. I should have never listened to my mom, this law should have been passed a few years ahead so I wouldn't have  to deal with it. I sighed out loud, why did I have to always think so much. One thing Heather told me I should stop doing. Heather. Yeah, joining the army wasn't my best choice. I could be with her right now, I was such a baby for not fighting for her. I knew that's what she wanted but-

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