Gift from Santa

GFS | 9

I peeked my head inside the locker room to see if there was anyone in there. "Clear." I signalled for my friend to enter and we tiptoed towards Alan's locker.

"Now how are we going to grab his boxer." Faye spoke loudly causing Collette to wince. I'm not sure whether she winced at the loudness of Faye's voice or at the mention of Alan's boxers. Maybe the latter.

"Watch how the pro do it." I grabbed a bobby pin from my pocket and used my picklocking skills to use. "Voila."

Nicole planted a very small camera device at the top of the locker, inside the locker basically everywhere. "Now, i'm going to put Alan's stuff  inside this plastic bag that I brought." Collette told us and she was putting on a pair of glove. I watched as she struggled to put it on. I rolled my eyes at her before snatching Alan's unused boxers from inside the locker and put it inside my backpack. "Well, that works too." Collette raised her brows.

"He didn't even wear the boxer." I said. "Yet." I gave them an innocent smile.

"Let's go, I think the boys are coming." Nicole grabbed our hand pulling us out of the locker room.

We entered an abandoned classroom and huddled around a table watching the boys from my tablet. Don't worry we're not that pervert to watch the guys change their clothes. We just want to see Alan's reaction. We heard a laugh coming from the tablet and we watched as Douglas opened the locker. Wait, that was Douglas' locker? And since when did he had PE for his second lesson?

He had a towel wrapped around his waist and one of his hand was holding it firmly while the other hand was searching through the locker. Then, he frowned when he didn't find anything. "Guys, did you took my clothes?"

"What? Why would we?" One of his friends answered.

Collette, Nicole and Faye turned to look at me. I raised both of my eyebrows. "Whats up?"

"You took his clothes too?" Collette shrieked. "Oh my god, we're going to get a lot of trouble."

"I don't want to get a detention. I got a date." Nicole tugged at her hair. "And it was Douglas' locker, not Alan. Shit shit shit."

Faye smiled and gave me a high-five. "Nice one." She whispered to me.

"Thanks." I grinned at her. "Guys, i'll return it to him. Don't worry."

"You better, and by the way you force me to do this so don't mention my name." Collette warned.

I rolled my eyes laughing. "You guys are such pussy. Fine fine, I won't mention your name." I got a look from Nicole. "All of you girls names." I added.

Faye shrugged. "I don't mind not getting credit for the dare since I didn't do anything at all."

"Now, if you don't mind. I'm going to return his clothes to him." I said nonchalantly.

"Good luck." Collette hollered to me.

"Wait," Faye yelled at me.

I peeked my head back in. "What?"

"Are you sure you want to give the boxers back to him, you can sell it on ebay you know right?" Faye smiled innocently and batted her eyelashes.

I raised one of my eyebrows. "Tempting suggestion, but no."

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I opened the locker room and all of the guys stared at me. Some covering their body with their hands. "Chill guys, it's just me. Nothing I haven't seen before." I stopped myself from walking further into the guys locker room when I realized that my words came out wrong. "I mean, nothing I haven't seen on other guys." Well, that's worse.

One of the guy raised his eyebrows at me. "Hey Rick, have you seen Douglas?" I asked him. He just stared back at me in confusion as I stared at him waiting for a reply. I huffed, "I'm talking to you. Answer me."

He pointed to himself. "Me?"

"Yes you." I pointed at him.

"But my name is Richards." He said in confusion.

Oops, wrong name. "Well, i'm calling you Rick. Didn't anyone call you Rick for your nickname?"

"No, most people called me Richards the bastard."

I sniggered at that. "Funny, i'll give you credit for making your own nickname."

Another guy beside him spoke, "We came up with it since he is a bastard. It even rhymes."

I raised my eyebrows. "Ok then," I trailed off. "Where's Douglas?" One of the guys I recognized as Danny was about to answer me but I continued calling for Douglas.

"Douglas, yoohoo where are you? Dog-last, come out, come out wherever you are." I stood on a bench looking at the top of the locker. I know it's a ridiculous place to look for him but i'm lazy and I don't want to look for him in the shower room where some guys are still taking a shower.

"You wanna walk around half-naked then? Fine by me." I shrugged pretending to walk away.

"Wait," I turned around seeing Douglas standing in the middle of the room. "You have my clothes? Where did you found it?"

I batted my eyelashes. "Yes indeed."

"Can I have it?" Douglas asked. I raised my eyebrows with my arms crossed in front of my chest. "Please?"

"Here you go." I grabbed his t-shirt and jeans from my backpack. I walked away heading to the guys locker room when he stopped me.

"There's something missing." He frowned.

Oh shit. I pretended to face-palmed myself in the forehead. "Oh, silly me. Your boxer, how could I forget? Your beautiful Calvin-Klein, black coloured boxer. How exactly could I forget?" I said in exaggeration. I walked towards him and turned around to look at the guys that were still watching us. "Go back to your business, shoo shoo."

I smiled noticing his eyes widened. I pulled the boxer out and tucked it in his towel. "Nice boxer by the way," I complimented his boxer that has the words 'Yummy' written next to a cone of ice-cream with it's tongue peeking out. I knew for sure that the word yummy is not directed to the ice-cream with legs.

He shrugged. "Well what can I say, girls dig it."

"I am sure that they don't dig the boxer but what's inside the boxer." I raised my eyebrows after I said that causing the guys to snickered at what I just said. "Well, my work is done. Adios, perras."

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