Unlucky: Luxury And a Lies

Chapter 4: This Shower Head Feels So Amazing 2 POV's: Missing That Glow

Well, this is just ideal. I wrapped a towel around my waist, feeling a slight shiver as I abandoned the abruptly interrupted shower. Wilder had done the same, and he stared at me for a moment. "What?" I growled, annoyed by his gaze. He quickly shifted his dark eyes elsewhere, but I was in no mood for any nonsense.

I sighed, deciding to go check outside the locker room for the coach. There didn't seem to be anyone around, just the two of us. As I turned to leave, I found James standing there, and I couldn't help but feel a bit irritated. "Do you have a problem or something?" I questioned, not bothering to hide my annoyance. He shook his head, his unruly black hair swaying. "It's just that your towel is loose," he mumbled.

I glanced down and realized my towel was daring to fall off, leaving to much of my skin and very little to the imagination. I scowled and pulled it up, tightening it harshly around my waist. "What's your problem?" James asked, curiosity in his eyes. I looked up to meet his gaze, not particularly thrilled about the situation. "What did you say?" I asked, my voice tinged with irritation. He let out a sigh, seemingly choosing his words carefully. "Are you, like, homophobic or something?" he muttered.

I scoffed, my patience wearing thin. "Far from it, culo" (Far from it asswipe) I retorted, not mincing words. He muttered something under his breath. "Whatever, 항문," (Whatever Asshole).
he responded, switching to Korean to add a bit more emphasis to his insult. I tilted my head, watching his reaction closely. "What was that?" I inquired, my tone challenging. He looked up to meet my eyes. "I could ask the same thing," he retorted, raising his voice slightly. I couldn't help but smirk. "You're going to speak to me that way, huh?" I challenged, my frustration getting the best of me. "Like you weren't all over me last night?" I taunted, watching his eyes widen in surprise.

"Huh?," he said as he tightened his towel this time, a sense of tension in the air. I couldn't help but shrug nonchalantly. "I would ask you the same thing, mister right," I retorted, my voice carrying an air of defiance. He hesitated for a moment, taking a step back as if the weight of my words had pushed him.

"I didn't do shit at that party," he muttered, his voice barely audible. The memory of what had transpired between us at that party still fresh in my mind. I continued, taunting him, "You didn't kiss me, huh? Or beg for-"

But he cut me off, his voice dripping with anger, "Shut your mouth." The intensity in his words sent a shiver down my spine, but I couldn't resist a sly smile. "Now you remember," I quipped, my words laced with a hint of satisfaction.

He took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling as he struggled to contain his emotions. I maintained eye contact with him, locking my gaze onto his, refusing to be the first to break. "You won't tell a soul," he said, a hint of desperation in his voice.

I blinked, playing along, and asked, "On what condition?" My curiosity piqued, and I couldn't deny the intrigue that this mysterious encounter had sparked within me. He sighed, his shoulders slumping as if he'd finally made a decision.

I reached out and gently cupped his chin, drawing him closer. Our lips met in a passionate kiss, a blend of longing and secrets. He responded eagerly, his hands finding their way to my back, his fingers lightly scratching my brown skin. The sound of water dripping from the nearby faucet filled the silence, and suddenly, the showers began to regenerate.

I slowly backed him into the vacant shower cubicle, the warm water cascading over our already heated bodies. The steam filled the small space, creating an intimate atmosphere that seemed to mirror the intensity of our connection. The world outside faded away, and in that moment, it was just him and me, our past and our secrets, colliding in a rush of emotions and desire.

He abruptly broke the passionate kiss, his voice rasping with urgency, "You can't tell anybody." His words were a desperate plea, and I nodded in response. I understood the gravity of our situation; the secrets we held were powerful enough to change our lives forever.

Kissing his neck, I traced a trail of soft, lingering kisses along his skin. He groaned in response, his hands tightly gripping my shoulders as the intensity of our connection grew. The world outside the shower stall seemed distant and insignificant, and all that mattered was the desire and longing we shared.

With a swift movement, I let the towels fall to the floor and kicked them away. The water continued to pour over our intertwined bodies, warming our already heated skin. I locked eyes with him, a deep, intense gaze that communicated the depth of our shared secrets and desires.

Then, without hesitation, I dropped to my knees, the steamy atmosphere around us charged with anticipation. The connection between us, a complex web of attraction and secrets, was about to take a turn that neither of us could resist. The world outside was forgotten, and in that moment, there was only the two of us, bound by our unspoken promises and the passion that threatened to consume us completely.

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"You're glowing, dude," I said, completely mesmerized by the transformation in Perez's demeanor. His shrug was both nonchalant and amused, and he replied, "What can I say?" It was as if the weight of the world had been lifted off his shoulders, and the radiance in his eyes was unmistakable.

We strolled past the jocks' area by the lockers, Perez's confident stride making me pause to admire his newfound confidence. As I stopped, Perez did too, and we greeted our fellow students. Jack, another Korean student, gave me a small wave, and we maintained a polite and civil interaction. Being Korean was a connection that brought us closer, but not everyone who shared our heritage was worthy of our friendship. James was a prime example; he might be Korean, but he was also an insufferable jerk, so our interactions were kept to a minimum.

As Perez embraced Stephen, James chose to walk away, and I quickly scanned the area for Danielle. I knew she was grounded, and spotting her alone by her locker, clad in a long-sleeved shirt and jeans—attire that was uncharacteristic of her fashion-forward choices—I excused myself from Perez's side.

Danielle appeared glum, and as I approached, I asked, "Hey, how's it going?" She slammed her locker shut and leaned against it, a deep sigh escaping her lips.

"My life is over," she groaned, her voice heavy with the weight of her predicament. I couldn't help but chuckle, even in the midst of her distress. Our friendship had weathered many storms, and her dramatic proclamations were almost endearing.

With a reassuring smile,
"No, it's not," I responded softly, trying to reassure Danielle. Her pout deepened as she muttered, "Look at me, I'm hideous."

I raised a questioning brow at her. "You look nice," I said, offering a genuine compliment. She paused, absorbing my words. "But it's different, I'll admit," I added, realizing that her current appearance was a far cry from her usual stylish self.

Danielle let out a heavy sigh, and I could see the longing in her eyes. "I just wanna go back in time," she confessed, her voice tinged with regret.

I nodded in understanding, empathizing with her desire to change the past. The weight of her words hung in the air, but then I inadvertently blurted out something I hadn't intended to share, "Well, there's a party on Friday." Inwardly, I scolded myself for revealing what was supposed to be a secret. I'd always struggled to keep things from Danielle, who had a way of getting me to spill my secrets.

Her eyes lit up at the mention of a party. "The after party?" she asked, her enthusiasm infectious. I nodded, unable to take back what I'd already said. "If we win, I'm going. If we lose, I'm staying home," I said, trying to assert some self-control.

She looked at me and said, "Cool, but how about we go either way and have the night of our lives?" Danielle's proposition caught me off guard, but it also sounded tempting. I sighed and asked the practical question, "Oh, okay, and does your grounding terminate by Friday?"

Danielle gasped and then smirked mischievously. "Not if I'm home," she said with a playful glint in her eyes. I deflated a little, knowing what she had in mind. "Dani," I started, but she interrupted with a mischievous smile, "I can be at two places at the same time; I've done it before."

I sighed, recalling the previous times she'd pulled off this stunt. Danielle had a knack for pushing boundaries, and I'd often found myself in the role of her guardian angel. "I don't know," I said, trying to sound cautious.

She smiled sweetly, exuding confidence. "You'll see me there, I promise," she said.

The school bell rang, signaling the end of our conversation. I sighed and walked towards my next class, hands in my pockets, contemplating the events of the upcoming Friday and the risks that would undoubtedly come with it.