The Princess of the Streets

One - Locker Room Rampage

A/N: Hello and thank you so much for reading! I'd like to apologize for any and all spelling/grammar mistakes. I'd also like to warn you that there is A LOT of swearing throughout this story. If that offends you in any way, then this probably isn't the best story to read. If it doesn't bother you, then please continue reading. I really hope you enjoy it, and feel free to comment. :)

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This was the worst day ever.

I was standing in front of my assigned gym locker which was the only one being used in my specific area by the door.

There were seven or eight sections in the maze of silver lockers and wooden benches. I was glad to have the privacy because it meant I didn't have to worry about getting caught in other girls' locker room selfies. 

I took off my favorite jersey I liked to wear to exercise and tossed it into my bag on the bench in front of the lockers. I hummed and swayed my hips to the music playing on my iPod. Music was my lifeline in the locker room. Without it, all I'd be able to hear was gossip. That, along with the smell of sweat and cheap perfume, the shit lighting, and the dirty concrete floor, made the locker room a horrible place. 

I picked up my grey off-the-shoulder shirt and shook it out. I didn't know how dirt managed to cover my shirt just by sitting in the locker, but it did, and I wasn't about to put that on my skin. 

I heard the heavy door swing open, but I wasn't really paying attention to it. I got it over my arms, and was about to pull it over my head. I was rudely interrupted by some girl shoving me into the corner of the lockers with all her strength.

I gasped as I connected with the metal. The bang echoed throughout the room. I clenched my teeth together and balled my fists. Who the fuck thought that was a good idea?!

The girl who just pushed me was a blonde cheerleader named Katelyn or something like that. She was wearing a black tank top and skinny jeans and had a face full of makeup. She was tall and skinny enough to see her ribs. 

I pushed myself up and pulled my fingers through my hair so they had something to do. I took a deep breath and laughed without humor. "Do you have a problem?" I asked her, irritation cutting through my voice.

"Yeah, bitch, I have a problem. You've been fucking Ethan behind my back, and that's the reason he broke up with me this morning," she said angrily. Her fists were balled up when she spoke. 

"And why do you think that?" I asked her with a confused shake of my head. I didn't even know he was with her, so how would I get him to dump her? Besides, I wasn't with Ethan, and I never was. I wouldn't get with Ethan if the fate of mankind depended on it. He was like a brother to me more than anything.

She just sharpened her glare. "I see you with him at parties. Everyone knows you don't know how to keep your legs closed. Why can't you find your own man instead of stealing everyone else's?" she shouted.

"Are you kidding me? Unlike you, I have better things to do with my time than chase after guys."

Her jaw clenched before she relaxed slightly. She raked her eyes over me from my head to my feet and then back again. "You're right. It couldn't be you. Why would anyone want a fat, friendless slut like you?"

I scoffed and looked down at my body. Sure, I wasn't skinny, but I wasn't fat either. I had a full, curvaceous body. My thighs were probably the fattest part of my body, and I honestly didn't mind that all that much. I weighed 135 pounds, with wide hips and a bigger than average chest. I actually liked my body.