Kiss List (Book I of the List Series)

Chapter 9 - Revenge

Sam was the first one down to the locker room. He arrived 20 minutes before the final period had finished, suggesting he had skipped out early. I didn't blame him. He was probably as eager as we were to avoid talking about the fight.

David and I ducked behind a table in the therapy room as Sam walked past the window. He didn't even bother looking in. I figured he wouldn't but it was always good to have a plan work out. We waited a few minutes and then when we were sure Sam was in the locker room we tiptoed out of the therapy room.

I reached out and taped a handwritten sign to the door. "Locker room closed due to flooding. Please change in restrooms," it said. We didn't want anyone disturbing us. David reached toward the door handle but I stopped him by putting a hand on his chest.

"Wait!" I whispered.

"What for?" he whispered back.

"Take your shirt off," I said.

David looked at me like I was crazy. "Are you serious? Like right now?" he said.

"You have to do it," I hissed. "You lost the bet."

David rolled his eyes but he reached up and tugged his shirt off. I stared wistfully at those beautiful abs while he tapped his foot impatiently. "Okay, are you done ogling me now?" David said. "I feel dirty."

"Almost," I said as I eyed him up and down. "Okay, let's go now."

We snuck into the locker room. I slipped into a door frame and hugged the door as closely as I could. I could see Sam just around the edge of the frame. He was also shirtless and was just tightening the belt on his baseball pants. Perfect.

David brushed past me and walked directly towards Sam. Then Sam's eye's flickered up and he caught sight of David. His lips curled into a nasty smile. "Numb nuts!" he exclaimed. "Good to see you buddy. Come by for a hug? Or maybe..."

Sam did not get another word out because at that moment David promptly tackled him. He grabbed Sam's ankle and hooked his leg around Sam's other ankle. Then he flipped over and dragged Sam into a spladle just like we had discussed.

Sam was squealing in confusion and pain and trying to thrash about as I walked up to them. "Hey Sammy," I said. He looked up and glared at me through his legs.

I tried to restrain the urge to burst out in laughter but it was impossible. The star of the school baseball team looked ridiculous. He was clearly trying to look like a tough guy but that was pretty difficult to pull off with his butt waving in the air and his legs being pulled apart like a wishbone. Still, I couldn't help but admire the view. These two gorgeous shirtless males were lying together on the floor with Sam's head resting on David's lower abs just below the belly button. David's muscles rippled from the effort of immobilizing Sam and pulling Sam's legs farther and farther apart. Even though he was staring daggers at me, Sam looked amazing as well. His abs were equally chiseled and his butt looked fantastic in his tight baseball pants. His face, though contorted, was still very cute.

Well, I wasn't here to just ogle the boys, as David had pointed out. I raised my hand and revealed a little something I had brought from the girls' locker room. It was a hair drier.

Sam's face changed from anger to confusion as I plugged the hair drier into an outlet next to the struggling boys. "What... what are you doing?" he asked uncertainly.

I casually flicked the hair drier onto its highest power and hottest temperature. I had made sure to borrow Becky Larson's hair drier from her locker. It was powerful enough to sap the energy from an entire city and produce hurricane-force winds. I sat on the bench next to the boys and pointed the hair drier directly at Sam's crotch. His look of confusion turned to one of alarm as I lowered the hair drier until it tapped against the protective cup nestled between his legs just under his pants.