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Boy's Lockerroom

To all of those who have put up with my flakiness and lack of updating, thank you. Y'all deserve ice cream and so much more. I'm so, so, sorry for not updating last Thursday and Friday... hell, the Wednesday update for this week is late too!(well depending on your time zone)

So basically what's going to happen is I'm going to make 3 updates right now for last Thursday and Friday, and the Wednesday that just passed 55 minutes ago. And although it does happen to be Thursday for me right now, the Thursday update will be in around 21 hours from now... but it might be later, my apologies.

Thanks to my pathetic excuse of a teacher, I was now standing outside of the boy's locker room, contemplating whether or not I was ready to enter it. The thing was, my teacher wanted me to deliver a message to the Coach, who she just had to be infatuated with. She just couldn't do it herself, sadly.

Well, I wasn't too keen on going blind from seeing some unwanted— things, so in preparation before entering the lockerroom, I lifted my black shirt over my head, covering my eyes. Since I also didn't want to touch some nasty, erm, things, I had a cane to tap around so I could kind of see where I was going. One, two, three. I swung open the door and walked in, ignoring the gasps and whispers. 

I took my cane and whacked it left and right, up and down.

Suddenly I heard a loud "Oomph!" as my cane made contact with— oh. Oops. Some dude's crotch.

"Sorry, are you okay?" My voice was muffled through my t-shirt as I apologized, wondering why I was even asking if he was okay. After all, I could still hear his grunts of agony, which pretty much answered my question. I awkwardly cleared my throat. "Does anyone know where the coach is? My teacher wants me to ask him a question, but apparently he doesn't ever leave the lockers, so... "

"Someone said they needed to see me?" Coach barked, and I heard his footsteps lumbering over.

I nodded and waved my arms in the air, cane included. "Yeah, me! Now can I tell you the message so I can leave as soon as possible?"

"WHY THE FUCK DO YOU KEEP DOING THAT." Uh-oh. You know the guy I accidentally whacked in the crotch earlier with my cane? Well, I'd just hit him over the head this time.

"You again?" I kept my voice light and cheery, glad there was a layer of fabric between my eyes and the most likely furious face of the guy I'd just hit. Yup, "romantic" message from my pathetic teacher or not, I had to go. 

As I ran out, waving my arms in the air and hearing several more shouts after the cane found even more unsuspecting victims, I yelled over my shoulder. "FREEDOM CALLS MY NAME! I HEAR A DAMSEL IN DISTRESS! POOF, YOU'RE ALL PREGNANT!"