I don't want to feel

Chapter 25

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Danny was quick to reassure him, “Hey, it’s ok, really.”

“No, it’s not fucking ok!” He spat back.

Startled by his violent outburst, she took a step back.

“Josh,” I tried.

“Just…Let me deal with it…” He was breathing heavily. His face was contorted with anger.

“Come on Danniels, he didn’t do no shit. I swear!” Martin’s singsong voice was back. “I was teasing Sam a bit, getting to know her, you know. Karl was actually like “What the fuck are you doing? They are off-limits” and shit…”

“Danny, is that true?” Josh sounded doubtful.

“Yeah… But…” Still awestruck, she was struggling for words.

“But, what?” He hissed.

“God Josh! Chill down, will you?” I snapped. “You’re making everybody nervous for no reason, here.”

“Well,” He paused and started ruffling his hair. “There’s a reason I’m acting that way.” He answered, sending a death glare in Karl’s direction.

Meanwhile, Karl was looking at his feet, probably wishing he could just disappear.

“Ok. Enough with the suspense, already, just tell us what you’re all about.” I said, getting more and more annoyed at the way the evening had turned out.

“She’s right, Josh. What did Karl do to get you so worked up?” Danny’s voice was soft as she gently put her hand on his arm.

He immediately relaxed at her touch and sighed deeply.

“Why don’t we ask Karl what he did?”

Karl’s head was still bowed, and he was fidgeting with his hands as he kept shifting his weight nervously from one foot to the other.

He looked like a little kid being told off.

I couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight.

“Come on, Karl, what did you do, for daddy here, to call you a bad boy?” I joked making Danny burst out laughing.

She stopped abruptly when she realized that the boys hadn’t laughed along at my rubbish joke.

She threw a worried glance my way.

“Ok. Enough! Get on with it, Karl!”

I had had enough of that stupid day. I just wanted to go home and sleep it away.

Karl must have sensed my irritation because he finally muttered,

“I kind of did something really crap back when we were in Year 10.”

He paused to get his cap off, and started raking his hand through his hair absent-mindedly.

He sounded really shameful as he went on, after taking a deep breath.

“I took pictures of the two of you while you were in the shower…”

“You what?!” I cut him off hoping this was a very bad joke.

His shoulders visibly drooped at my reaction, indicating it was in fact, the truth.

Fuck!

“So what? You came in the girls changing rooms and then what? How did you manage to get past the cubicle? We always lock ourselves!”

“Lemmons was with me, and he gave me a leg up…” His remorse was obvious but I was too angry to care.