Locker Room

Chapter 2

When we got to the nurses office, Tom laid me down on the small bed that the nurse had behind her. She asked what happened, and he looked at me. He then looked back up at the nurse and said, "He fell and hurt himself."

She looked at me and replied, "Where?" I replied "On my left butt cheek" and pulled down my speedo just enough to reveal the wound. She reached into a drawer, pulled out a large bandage, then turned around and opened a cabinet and grabbed a bottle of rubbing alcohol. She put some of the alcohol on a cotton ball and dabbed it on my wound. I recoiled slightly and Tom put his hand on mine.

I looked at him. His body is beautiful. He's shirtless, and his six pack was gorgeous. His slim body shimmers in the light as a result of a slight dewy layer of sweat.

The nurse finished fixing me and says "Your not going to die, but just be careful and take it easy. I tried my best to patch you up but I think you might need stitches". I didn't feel like I needed stitches. Maybe it's because I'm focused on Toms body.

"No swimming or any intense physical activity until it's healed. I will write a note for you to give to coach"

"How long will I not be able to swim?"

"A while. Just be careful."

"I will." I reply as Tom picks me up and nods at the nurse and carries me back to the locker room.

"I don't think you can drive yourself home" Tom exclaims.

"I'll be fine," I say in return, kind of rolling my eyes.

"I'm taking you home" he says firmly.

"You don't have to..."

"I insist." he said kind of whimsically.

Once we reached the locker room, he sat me down on the bench that gashed me. He helped me put my clothes on, and then he got dressed as well. He fetched his bag from of his locker and said, "Do you need anything from your locker?"

I sat there for a second and said, "Uh, yeah, I think. Can you see if my backpack's in there?"

"Sure"

"My combination is, 16,43-". He opens it without giving me a chance to tell him my combination. He winked and handed me my belongings.

"Here you go"

"Thanks" I say, surprised. Our hands touch and we both pause for a second. I pull back and turn my head away from him. He walks in to the poolroom and tells the coach what happened. Coach nods and Tom walks back. "What did he say?" I exclaim.

"He said okay, but I have to do extra laps on Monday"

"I'm sorry about that" I say apologetically.

"Don't worry about it. Its only laps"