Three Words, I Love You ✔️

08: Yeah, because it's my top priority in life to make people suffer

|08: Yeah, because it's my top priority in life to make people suffer|

I'm in the locker room, changing into my gym clothes. Being in here is always a bit weird. Not because of everyone being partially nude, but because literally half of the girls in here take selfies with each other and videos. The rule is absolutely no phones in the locker rooms but they never listen.

While the other half, like myself, are changing. I like changing behind the wall where nobody can see me or my half naked body. Sadly, I'm not the only one who changes behind here.

I pull off my shirt, exposing my skin to the cold air. I reach for the white one I use for gym and as I do, a couple of girls sneer at me.

"God, why does she have more ass and boobs than me. It's unfair!" one of them speaks up, clearly looking at me. I suddenly began to feel self-conscious and weird as they stared at me.

I've always disliked it when the girls in here glare at me. Sure, they can do it outside the locker room all they want, but please just let me change in peace. It makes me feel uncomfortable, insecure.

I always feel their judgement, but when I'm in here, I feel like it's directed at my body. They don't even have to say anything to let me know they're judging every corner of me.

Sure, I may be more on the slim side, but that doesn't mean I'm always confident with my shaoe. And no matter what, we all get a little self-conscious at one point.

All I ever want to do was wrap myself back in my hoodie and let it swallow me whole.

Another girl turns her head to the girl that spoke, rolling her eyes, "Rebecca... you're flat chested,"

"Stop speaking," the girl responds before pulling out her phone. They then advert their attention to her phone, talking to themselves.

I breathe out a sigh of relief and slip my gym shirt on. The soft fabric was welcoming and I felt a little more secure as it covered me.

Our gym clothes have to be a white shirt and either shorts, or sweatpants. I chose black sweatpants and a plain white tee. They're quite baggy but comfortable nonetheless.

I pick up my clothes and walk over to my locker, carefully placing them inside. I spin around, ready to leave and meet up with Toryn.

Suddenly, a bigger and more buff girl starts walking towards me, her eyebrows arched with anger. With every step she took, the ground beneath vibrated. All the girls around cower as the chick stomps by.

I, myself, cower underneath her cold stare. Her face was unfamiliar as I don't recognize or even remember who she is.

The girl stops directly in front of me, staring down at me, "Scram, you dunce,"

"Sorry!" I squeak and scramble past her. A couple of girls snicker as I whisk by.

The door whines as I push it open with force. Toryn stands on the other side, grinning at me as I reveal myself.

"Toryn!" I exclaim louder than expected, running up to him. I practically jump into his arms, wrapping my arm tightly around his neck.

"Woah, what's the problem? Don't get me wrong, I'm all up for your hugs," Toryn says while wrapping his arms around me.

I nuzzle my head into his shoulder, savoring the warmth and comfort, "I... I just need a hug right now..."

Toryn doesn't say anything and just rubs my back.

"You just give me twenty bucks and I'll go sicko mode on all those girls in there," Toryn says as he understands why I'm needing a hug. I pull away, failing to hide a smile.