Salty Licorice

Chapter 14

Averys POV

I never understood the point of spirit week. I also find it dumb that they are doing it after the homecoming game, apparently they couldn't do it this Friday because of scheduling and the other schools not being available that day or something. But here I am dressed up in my letterman, a white tee, simple blue jeans, and converse sitting in the cafeteria chewing on a twizzler while attempting to steal pretzel goldfish from Marisa. Attempting being the key word.

I reach for one while I look at Emily who is in her cheerleading uniform, when I feel a slap on my hand making me pull it away quickly and pout from the slight sting on my fingers. "Meanie," I pout at Marisa who just rolled her eyes while still never looking up from her book.

"As I was saying," Emily announces obnoxiously, "So what are you planning on dressing up as for superhero day?"

"Oh well I have the perfect thing, but I can't tell you. It's a surprise," I smile smugly.

"Oh no not again," Marisa sucks in a tight breath before I see two arms wrap around her from behind revealing a head of red curly hair and a big smile.

Liz is hugging Marisa from behind only giving me a partial view of her outfit. But then I see her kick one of her legs up revealing black thigh high socks and a short green plaid pleated skirt. I lose concentration for a second as I follow up from her skirt to see a white button up shirt. Not only that but the reveal of her smooth legs.

Leo walks up and takes the ruler in his hand and slaps her thigh saying, "Bad girl, don't go showing off the goods that easily." She drops her leg and stands up straight revealing the rest of her outfit which is a black tie and a pair of black framed glasses hanging from her shirt pocket as well as revealing how short, short is for her skirt.

"Hey Liz," We hear Spencer's voice from the table behind Marisa. "Black lace really suits you."

Liz's face goes red and she crosses her legs, shyly tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Black lace?" I ask aloud to myself, confused as I look at her clothes without seeing anything lacy.

"T-thanks," Liz stutters looking at her feet.

Spencer and her other buddy's on the lacrosse team are chuckling to themselves, only further confusing me. I mean clearly they saw something I haven't seen yet, and that makes me confused but also slightly jealous. Just another reason for my dislike of Spencer, dislike because hate is a bit to strong of word for me.

"See, look what you've done, no more showing off the goodies," Leo shakes his head at her and walks over to their own table.

She looks over at us but avoids eye contact, she waves and barely above a whisper says, "Bye, I'll um, just see you later in class." Then she walks away keeping her hands on the front of her skirt as she walks past Spencer's table while one of Spencer's friends wolf whistle at her earning a smack from Spencer.

"What lace?" I ask Marisa who's burying her face in her book to avoid eye contact.

"If you don't know then I'm not explaining." Her voice comes out muffled. "Your such a clueless lesbian."

I try to think about it for a second, then it dawns on me what Spencer was talking about and my face goes bright red. I feel so perverted for thinking about it but I can't help but picture it and I hate myself for it. I cover my face with my hand and reach for my hood only to remember I'm not wearing a hoodie. Suddenly I feel very ashamed as if everyone knows what's going on in my mind. I feel completely exposed, and I hate it. Just imagining Liz in black lacy lingerie honestly makes it hard for me to sit in one place. I feel torn, one part of me is getting excited at the image in my head, while the other is scolding me for thinking about her in such a perverse way.