𝙍𝙞𝙘𝙝, 𝙍𝙚𝙗𝙚𝙡 & 𝙍𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙛𝙪𝙡

Chapter 14: Orange is The New Sexy.

Chapter 14: Orange is The New Sexy

We go straight to our rooms and change for P.E. I put on my sky blue sport bra, my grey shorts and my grey sneakers. My tattoos are showing and I am hoping it's not a problem because I won't hesitate to make anybody cry if they commented.

I won't change in a locker room even if Leo DiCaprio was joining me there. I do not need anymore drama, I do not need eyes poking my body and certainly I do not need photos taken secretly. It might take fifteen minutes to arrive to the gym from my dorm room, but I'll live with that.

We go to the gym once finished putting on clothes. The gym had three parts. The first part, basketball court that can be a volleyball court too. The second part, is the enormous private gym for everyone, kinda like college. The third part, is the field outside. It is an extended area covered in freshly cut green grass, contoured with a running track.

And we have class outside.

Students are stretching and chattering all over the place. Well, when I say stretching, I mean girls stretching and being in all kind of positions, wearing next to nothing, and boys pretending to stretch just to get a better view.

I roll my eyes and look at Alexis and Bridget, who also roll their eyes and mutter at the same time "boys..."

B went to her roommate and her friends, taking Alexis with her, and they start chatting up about the latest gossip, I bet. I want to hang out with Noah and the boys so we could make fun of others. Where the hell are they?

I spot them jogging towards the huddle of students. Well, Noah was jogging, Walter next to him, is jogging backwards and laughing at Andrew because he is still behind them.

I whistle and their heads shoot up. I hold my arm up and Walter wave at me. They jog in my direction.

"What took you so long?" I ask,

"We were waiting for Walter finish up with his lady friend." Andrew mumbles and Walter hits his arm.

"Oh, so you were warming up, I see." I smirk and he scratch his head sheepishly. "So how was it?"

The three of them look at me completely baffled "What?" I ask,

"I don't kiss and tell.." Walter smirks "But these scratches speak for themselves." He shows me his shoulders. And fair enough, they were bloody. It's like a cat been dipped in a bath and then released on his shoulders.

"nice!" I bump his fist, and they all think I'm cool with it so they smile to each other. "But the feminist in me says: I hope you catch syphilis, manwhore" Andrew and Noah burst laughing and Walter stares at me blankly, like I just took his candy on Halloween.

"look who's talking, take a look at what you're wearing, you're almost naked." he says in somewhat defense.

"which I'll doubt it'll bother you" I counter back,

"true." he admits.