The Mating Games

chapter 10- Did you say shower?

Breakfast was the usual ordeal; the gang had gathered at a table and conversation was flowing.

"So what's this I hear about a shared shower?" Jake sat down, food spilling over his plate, "and why wasn't I invited," I blanched, all colour draining from my face.

"Where did you hear this?" I accused. Jake smirked, flicking his long fringe out of his face and started shovelling food down his throat.

"Oh,mmhyou hafbeen mooreee squeeeky," he mumbled through bites.

"I didn't catch a single word, what on earth are you trying to say?" he visibly swallowed.

"I said," he emphasized, "you should have been more sneaky. Everyone's talking about it," well shit, damn you April.

"It wasn't like that-" I tried to explain.

"So what if we showered together! Girls can do that," shut up, shut up!

"Oooh, naked wet girls, now this is a conversation I can get into!" Blake popped up, pushing passed some people lingering around.

"Yeah, join us. April and Summer were just going to tell us about the steamy shower they took this morning," I'm going to kill that little shit.

"I will do no such thing!" I snapped back, my fingers itching to slap him.

"Oh, come on," Jake whined, his lips pulling up into a pout for full affect, "please, I promise I've been good all year!"

"I'm not fucking Santa. Go find another person to annoy," I seethed.

"Jake, for the last time, what have I told you about harassing the girls?" Greyson said, his voice taking on an authoritative tone.

"I just want the juicy details. Did you wash each other? Maybe kiss a little," he was getting very excited.

"Careful kid, you might yourself between a rock and a hard place," Shane spoke for the first time, clearly uncomfortable with the topic of our breakfast conversation.

"What do you- OH, umm..." he blushed, ducking his head down and hiding behind his hair.

"Hahah. You have a lot to learn," Michael laughed and slapped the red boy on the back.

"Don't encourage him guys, he needs to learn that some things are not meant to be asked," Greyson scolded.

"Well, he might not be allowed to ask but my dad isn't here unlike some," he looked pointedly at Greyson, "so, come on. Tell us what happened," Blake joked but a hopeful glimmer danced behind his eyes.

"It was just a shower; we washed, shaved and then braided each others pubic hair. The usual," April said completely straight faced. I wanted to laugh so badly, I could feel it trying to claw its way out of my mouth. Blake's mouth gaped open, a disturbed look on his face.

"It gets that long..." he whispered.

"But how?" Michael joined in, just as horrified. Greyson shook his head, mumbling under his breath about how stupid they are.

"Yeah, sometimes I put beads in mine. You know, to make it look pretty," oh fuck, this girl was going to be the death of me. I was struggling to keep my composure; desperately holding my lips shut, my shoulders trembling with restrain.

"Beads?" Jake asked, his tone confused; he looked like a little kid trying to talk with the adults.

"Oh yeah, give 'em a bit of razzle dazzle," April mimicked jazz hands for effect, "blows the guys away."