Can I Have Your Attention Please

Chapter 7: Kason

QOC: In Wronged, my readers tended to be in the age range of 13-22. That was the average range. How old are you (if you are new)? :)

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Sam's POV
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I've always enjoyed the colder days more than the hotter ones. It's a lot harder to live through the winter and fall when you're homeless rather than the spring and summer, but that's not my point. It's not about surviving or anything. Just preference and opinion.

That's why I take lukewarm showers. I mean, I don't wanna stand in the cold. But I don't want the heat either. It doesn't "melt my worries away." It only makes me think of my life, and that, if it had a temperature, it'd burn like hell. I'd much rather have a cool-weathered life. I know that probably doesn't make much sense. It's hard to keep up with my thought process.

Anyway, I take showers that aren't too hot and ones that aren't too cold. I'm mediocre. Halfway. Reasonable. Goldilocks style.

The water drenches my hair and continues to fall down my back slowly and soothingly. I close my eyes and allow it to fall down my face. The pressure isn't great, and not much comes out of the shower head, but it's the best shower I've ever had regardless. It's the perfect temperature in a very clean facility, or - I'm sorry - a prestigious facility.

When I'm finished with the luxury, I step out and use the towel I got from Kassidy to wrap around myself. I go back into the main part of the locker room by the actual metal doors, opening up my bag. I dig through it, trying to find my clothes. I could've sworn I brought a new set since it was about time to wear something different, but nothing's in here.

Frantically I move my one free hand around inside even though I know it's hopeless. My other hand stays clasped onto the front of my towel to keep it from falling.

I groan and shove the bag harshly, stepping back as my hair drips water all over the place. I huff and march over to the door leading into the hallway, peering to the left. This is where I told Kassidy to wait for me. I didn't want her in there when I showered, and she knows I'm not gonna steal anything from a bathroom (besides some shampoos and stuff), so she obliged. At least, I thought she did. Because now I don't know where in the slightest hell she is.

Since the school's empty at this hour, I step out further into the hall to get a better view. Kassidy is still no where in sight. This leaves me with one option since I don't own a cell phone: look around for her and a pair of clothes.

"Kassidy!" I shout, my voice slightly echoing.

There isn't a reply. I blow a raspberry with my lips and look around one more time before slowly sneaking my way around the hallway. Only, I didn't exactly get very far because I ended up slipping on the ground due to my hair dropping water all over the place. I groan and roll over, my towel just barely shielding my personal areas. But it's not like anyone is around to see them anywa—

"Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes," a familiar voice says. I freeze in my position on the ground and very slowly look up at him with only my eyes. I feel my heart sink to my stomach, and my insides begin to play volleyball with it down there.

I quickly cover up with my towel. Usually I would've said something like, "Your eyes must be excruciatingly sore for me to soothe them then," or "Wish I could say the same." Unfortunately, though, I'm too flustered and nervous to spit the words out. So instead, I make sure the towel is hiding my body enough and brush some wet strands of hair off of my face.