Welcome to Oceanside High: Revenge of the Bully

Chapter 19

The silhouette reaches out an arm and flicks something on the wall. A light flickers on and Travis stands with his hands on his waist and a sparkle in his green eyes. He's standing there with his shirt off, and only a pair of shorts on. The corner of his mouth curves up like he's the most clever man in the world. He strolls a couple feet up to me and tips my chin up to face him.

"You dick, you—" The words don't exactly come out because he kisses me so quick and hard. His tongue flicks between my teeth, teasing my tongue before he stops and pulls away to get a look at my mouth.

"I knew that would get you in here." He licks his lips like the taste of my mouth is delectable.

"Ugh. I thought something was wrong! I was about to come in here and start kicking ass."

"You were worried about me?"

"Yes." I admit, blushing.

Travis slips off his gym shorts, adjusting the thick outline of his junk in his tight briefs, and smirks at me.

I smile at him and take two uneasy steps back toward the lockers. "What do you think you're doing with that?"

"Hopefully you already know."

I look to my left and my right. "Where is everyone?"

"They're all heading to home to prepare for the after-party at John Krutchins."

"I—I don't know," I say sweetly, innocently, while eyeing him.

"I need to shower. I thought maybe you could join me this time."

"Couldn't you have done that at your place?"

"No, not when you're already here with me."

There's a heat stirring in the pit of my belly. I look behind me. "So where are the towels?"

He points to a stack near a darkened office window. There are rags, towels, and some water aerobics weights stacked on a shelf made of interconnected PVC tubes. "Grab a couple." He says and then guides me, with our towels under my arm, back to a set of bench seats. In front of the benches is a room with 3 shower nozzles on each wall.

"Wow." I sit the towels down on a small bench just outside the shower room. "You guys shower together?"

"The girls don't?"

"Sort of. We have stalls though."

He rolls his eyes. "I guess us guys don't really care."

"Yeah until one of you turn gay." I scoff.

"I don't care about that. Let 'em look all they want. I only have eyes, and wants, and needs...for you."

"You need me?" I poke him in his chest and he teasingly ripples his pecs in response, flexing them just for me.

I step back and I strip off my clothes and fold them neatly, but before I can lay my tank top down onto my shorts, Travis puts his hands around my waist and cradles my body against his. "I've needed you my whole life."

I chuckle at the ridiculous notion he'd need me at all. I push him off and I nod to the showers and say, "Get that water warmed up."

He drops his briefs and eyes me over his shoulder, winking, he flexes his butt cheeks and I laugh, uncontrollably.

"Nice ass, Travis," I remark. He gives me a big grin in return as he steps into the shower room and turns on all the shower nozzles. The room fills with mist.

"Don't you think we need just one?" I have to raise my voice because the sound of showers is so loud. He doesn't seem to hear me while he dives a hand through all the streams of water, checking the temperature as he strolls to the back wall.