Love Sick

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 3 ☆ 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔

He was furious that they dared take advantage of someone smaller than themselves.
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Sam frowned as she glanced around. The hallway was dwindling down to a few students, doors slamming to a few classrooms, but she still didn't catch sight of any doors that seemed to lead to a gymnasium.

"What's the matter?" Will asked, walking besides her with his backpack slung over one shoulder.

"Where is the gym?"

"Oh, third floor."

"Then why are we on the second?"

Will raised an eyebrow and stared at her strangely. "Well, we sort of need to go change first."

"Change?" Sam squeaked, steps screeching to a halt.

"Yes, change . . . as in change into our gym uniforms."

"As in boys locker room changing?" Butterflies dropkicked her stomach.

"Well, I would think so," Will laughed. "Jeez . . . did you just go to the gym in your regular clothes in your old school?"

No . . . but I sure didn't change in the boy's locker room! "Uh ... do we have to?" she asked weakly.

"What's the matter? You got your uniform already. You're not shy, are you?" he joked.

"Uh . . . no . . . of course not . . ." she replied feebly. How am I going to get out of this?

"Here we are!" Will cheered and she looked up. "After you!" He opened the door with a flourish and all but shoved her in. She stumbled through the doors and Will came in after her, closing the door with an ominous bang. "Hey guys!" he called out.

Jack pretended to cover himself. "No, Will! What have we told you before? Don't come in until we're all safely dressed! We can't have you go around taking advantage of us poor innocents!" Everyone laughed.

Will grinned cheekily. "Yeah, well, I just can't help myself. You're too delectable to keep unspoiled, Jack dear."

Jack gasped in mock disapproval. Vincent smiled in amusement over his friends' antics. Marvin snorted in disgust. Tristan showed no response and Sam was too busy trying to back into a corner with her eyes locked to the floor.

"Sam! Where are you going? Come! You can have the locker next to Vince," Will hauled her back despite her dragging feet.

She stood there for a long time, staring hard at the ugly grey lockers. She tried to block out all the noises and the clamor. Don't look to your right, Sammy. Don't look to your left. Don't look anywhere. Keep your eyes -

"What are you doing?" Vincent's voice cut through her mantra. He frowned at the motionless boy as he shrugged off his sweater.

She started and began to turn around - then quickly changed direction and stayed put, squinting her eyes at the ground. "N – nothing."

Will teased her, "What's the matter? Forgot how to take off your clothes? I'll be more than happy to do so for you."

Sam shook her head furiously. Her face was turning red again. If this keeps up, my face is going to be permanently stamped crimson. "I – uh – is there a bathroom stall in here?"

"Yeah, over there."

"Where?" She refused to look up.

"There."

"Where?"

Vincent sighed and pushed her gently toward the general direction. "Just walk straight," he ordered.