ROB-BIE: Robotic Boyfriend Incorporated Enterprise

Chapter 17

Hey Lovelies! I know the wait has been a little longer than anticipated and I am truly sorry. I'm going to start on the next chapter tonight, that way the gaps between chapters isn't so vast. Again I'm sorry.

Also, just letting you know that next chapter might be a little "hot and heavy" I haven't decided yet, but if you'd like it to be, and I'm hoping you do, I'll be putting in some rated R material. 

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Chapter 17

The one thing I absolutely dreaded about high school was the locker rooms by the gym. They were disgusting. The scent of old shorts and socks filled the place and if you stayed in there too long, who knows what you could mutate into. Jazz and I always wondered why it always smelled this bad. I mean wasn’t there a janitor? Didn’t his job include making things clean and smell nice?

I groaned as Jazzy passed in front of me and pushed the heavy pale red door open. The scent hit my like that whiffle bat Billy had struck me with in the fourth grade. It was quick, hard and gave me a huge migraine.

“Welcome once again to P.E” Jasmine said unenthusiastically. I cheered equally as apathetically. I could feel the multiple glares of the popular girls scrutinizing us as if we were from another planet or something, which compared to them, I might actually be thankful to discover that.

I walked over to my locker, which thankfully was all the way at the back of the locker rooms, which was the farthest away from the door. Last year, Sally Jones was changing near the door and there was a huge poster-sized photo of her butt and granny panties in the school cafeteria. It was brutal. Poor thing ended up having to switch schools, apparently she moved out of the state completely. Some even say she moved to France or something, because you know; they don’t wear pants in France.

I barely had the chance to put my gym shorts on before I blurted out the first thing that came through my mind. “So I saw you and Billy talking alone there earlier.” I internally face-palmed myself. That was subtle.

Jaz turned to me with a look of surprise. ''What are you talking about?” She turned back to her locker and pulled her shirt over her head to reveal a black sports bra. I hummed, knowing it wasn’t the case. She knew what I was talking about, she always did.

“I’m serious!” Jaz said, pulling her Baker High Spartan’s tee over her head. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

I rolled my eyes, my famous eye-roll actually. “Oh please!” Then a thought occurred to me. “Wait!” I reached out towards her, placing my hand on her arm. “Do you like Billy?” I knew it had been a little too loud, my voice echoed throughout the locker rooms.

“Could you be any louder you freak?” Jazzy squealed, hitting me in the arm. I half grumbled, not from the pain but because I hadn’t been expecting it. I was just about to hit her when Coach Gerard walked in.

“Stop slacking ladies! Get a move on!” She was a very large plump woman who borderline looked like a man, how stereotypical right? Well, just so you don’t get the idea that this is a clichéd high school; Coach Gerard isn’t the only female coach, there’s Coach Stella, who insists we call her by her first name, who is quite beautiful and seriously awesome. Sadly, she isn’t my P.E. teacher this year. “For every minute your girls are late for class you’re giving me fifteen push-ups! Now hop to it!”

Jazzy and I rolled our eyes at the same time. She always said that, but she would never ask us to do it. Jaz and I played for the school‘s soccer team, we are her hope to bring the Spartan’s another championship medal.

“Alright Coach!” I smiled. “I’m just tying up my sneakers.”

The woman smiled and headed to the gym.

“You know you never answered me…” Jaz raised her brow and left me in the dust. Weird that she wouldn’t tell me…