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·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐍𝐄

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·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐍𝐄

Since we had to stop earlier today, we had less time on the road. It had already been dark for about a half hour before we found a motel to stay the night at.

I walked out of the bus, with the boys trailing behind me. The motel looked rough, and I would honestly rather sleep in the bus, or on the concrete.

"I've seen worse." Scott spoke, faltering.

"Where the hell have you seen worse?" I ask him with wide eyes, chuckling dryly.

"Listen up!" Coach shouts, blowing his annoying whistle.

"The meet's been pushed 'til tomorrow. This is the closest motel with the most vacancies and the least amount of good judgement when it comes to accepting a bunch of degenerates like yourselves! You'll be pairing up—choose wisely."

He starts handing out room keys and I scratch the back of my neck; thankful that he lets me room with Allison and Lydia.

"And I'll have no sexual perversions perpetrated by you little deviants!" Coach exclaims, leaving me shocked. I truly didn't know he knew so many big words.

"Keep your dirty little hands to your dirty little selves!" He yells once more, making me laugh.

The girls stay back and talk about something, but I happily make my way to the room, I couldn't wait to take a refreshing shower.

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Before hopping in the shower, I ask Lydia to get some towels, because strangely, there was none here. Allison tagging along with her.

I was almost done, and the shower wasn't all that refreshing, the water was warm, which I wasn't really expecting. But the water pressure was horrible, it felt like I was using a hose that was folded in half.

"Lydia, did you get towels?" I yell to her, sticking my face out of the curtain.

A minute passes and I got no response, I stick my face out again, "Lydia...?"

I jump and cover myself up more when I see Scott standing in front of me.

"Scott? W-what are you doing?" I ask him, laughing awkwardly.

"I was looking for you." He replies monotonously.

"Well, you found me, showering...naked, if you didn't already realize."

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