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"I'm so going to kill you," we're the first words that escaped through Sam's mouth when she saw me.

My eyes widened as I gave her a sheepish grin. "Hehe. Sorry?"

"Sorry my ass. You left me squished among sweaty animals and never even bothered to tell me about it." Her glare was sending cold shivers down my spine.

She wouldn't kill me, right?

'Cause if she did, our plan to get Candy flustered would go down the toilet and I wasn't ready to flush it out yet.

Wait-what did I just think? Toilet? Ew.

"So would you like to say your last words before incapacitate you?" Sam asked in a deadly voice.

Ah, shit. Think Ali, think. You only have one chance to save your butt.

"I-uh. SOME TURTLES BREATHE THROUGH THEIR BUTTS!"I yelled.

Her deadly expression morphed into one of confusion as she looked at me weirdly. "Really?"

I nodded vigorously. I had a very bad habit of blurting out facts when I was nervous. The nerdy side of me showed itself at times like these.

And since the previous thought was about toilets and butts, now all the facts that we're going to come into my mind were going to be related to it.

I groaned. Couldn't I have a better topic?

After a moment, she burst into laughter. "I need to make you nervous more often."

"Ha ha," I muttered dryly. This time it was my turn to glare. But this glare was more out of embarrassment than anything else.

My glaring ceased when my phone abruptly rang. My eyes widened as I saw Candy's name flash in the screen.

Aw man. I was dead.

I carefully swiped the button before answering. "Hello?"

"MUFFIN? WHY AREN'T YOU HERE BY NOW?"

"Uh-."

"You better have a damn good reason for it otherwise your Nutella jar would not be returned to you."

"NO! I uh- Sam pooped in her pants!" I blurted and face-palmed myself.

At this Sam straightened up, all her laughter forgotten. She raised her eyebrow at me. My stupid mouth!

I heard a chuckle in the background. "What?"

"Uh-yeah. We were coming to you when I started to smell something stinky and I-uh turned to Sam who was -uh blushing bad because she pooped?" I lied. Did I tell you that I was totally sucky at making up lies?

I heard Candy laugh so I continued.

"Yeah. Hehe. My eyes were watering in the washroom because of the stank and," I cut off once I saw Sam's expression.

She just looked about as ready to kill. Shut your mouth and hang up, you idiot.

"Uh-yeah. Don't worry she's all cleaned up so, uh , we're on our way. Hehe. Ok bye!"

With that I quickly ended the call.

"So I pooped my pants, huh?" Sam advanced towards me with a devilish smirk.

"Uh I don't know what to say- yeah and since all that was going inside my head was poo- I mean uh I don't know?" I took a few steps back.

"Run," she said in a low tone.

I didn't have to be told twice. I turned around and started running like a madman. Sam was scary like that.

"SAVE ME, GOD OF EXCREMENT!"

Great! Now I was asking God of the feces to save me.

If you're laughing, saying that there's no such God, let me tell you that the inhabitants of Ancient Rome had a sewer goddess, a toilet God and a God of excrement.

Anyways, coming back, I realised a bit too late that I was wearing block heels so when my ankle twisted, instead of falling face-first, I fell side-ways. Since Sam wasn't that far behind me, I collided with her and since Miss Stupid here was also wearing heels, we both fell down, with me landing on my butt.

My thighs had the privilege to thump against the cold tiles which sent shivers up my leg.

We groaned in sync.

"You're stupid," I informed Sam as I started to get up, rubbing my sore butt.

"Yeah? How so?"

"Why did you ask me to run when you knew we had our heels on?"

"Oh really? Who asked you to run when I asked you to?" She countered.

"I wasn't the only one who ran," I retorted.

"Point taken. Now let's go before we get hurt even more," she said and I followed her nodding.

"Where are we supposed to go?" I asked Sam who was now walking beside me.

"Boys locker room."

I groaned again. "Why do we need to go into that smelly place?"

"You're fault. Your boy candy waited for you but was sweaty so needed to shower. Now that's where he will be," she explained rolling her eyes.

I mentally face palmed but kept on walking.

After a while, we neared the blue door that read 'Gradient High Flamingoes'.

Yeah I know. Pretty lame.

At least lucky for the guys, the uniform didn't have pink in it.

"Do I have to go in?" I asked, hoping to avoid the pain of going inside.

"Do you want him getting mad at you?"

I paused. What if I call him out?

I fetched my phone from my pocket and dialled his number.

"Yes, Muffin?"

"Uh-can you come out? I'm outside the Flamingo locker room," I asked, hoping he'd come out.

"Not going to happen. You'll have to come in."

"Pretty please?"

"Nah-uh. That's what you get for abandoning me. Now come on in."

He ended the call. I glared at the phone and then at the door. Why me?

An idea formed in my head as I looked devilishly at Sam.

She caught the look in my eyes and began shaking her head vigorously. "No. I'm so not doing what you're thinking of making me do."

"I think you are, my dear best friend," I grinned evilly before grabbing her arm and pulling her with me into the stinky cave of cannibals.

I pushed through the door and a smell, worse than I'd anticipated, hit my nostrils, almost wanting me to run back.

It was a smell of sweat mixed with the stank of old socks and a bit of poop.

Ew.

I glanced at Sam who was trying to escape.

"No, no, no. You're with me in this," I said and pulled her along.

"Please let me go. I won't survive in there," she begged.

I rolled my eyes. Dramatic much?

"Come on. Don't be a drama queen."

I dragged her inside, much to her annoyance.

Shutting of lockers, ongoing showers, and so much sound was being produced as I headed inside.

Half naked guys were everywhere. I nearly had to shield my eyes.

As I passed the guys, wolf whistles echoed inside the cramped room.

"Oooh hotness. Where are you going?" A guy, stopped right in front of us. He was tall and muscular with ginger hair and nearly black eyes.

"Please excuse me. You're blocking my way," I said, kind of stating the obvious, politely.

But the guy didn't seem to take a hint. "What if I don't want to excuse you?"

"Well, it won't turn out good then."

"Ooooh. I'd like to see how it turns out, then," he smirked and the hyenas behind him howled.

"Listen. I'm going to say it as calmly as possible. Get out of my way," I said, gritting my teeth to bite back the sarcasm which was running through my every word today.

"I won't. Because we all know that you do want this piece of yumminess," he said pointing towards his abs.

"Don't start with your stupidity, please. I have someone waiting on the other end."

"Baby, you've not seen anything of mine yet. You still have yet to get a dose of this sexiness." He ran his hand from his chest to the lower regions of his body.

"Listen, I'm busy right now. Can I ignore you some other time?"

"What about your friend here? I bet she won't mind being with me," he said, taking a step towards Sam.

"Get lost," Sam sneered at him.

"Listen, I get you're stupid but right now, you're just abusing that privilege." I remarked.

He ignored me and advanced towards Sam. He extended his hands towards her butt.

"Get away!"

My jaw nearly dropped. What the hell?

I angrily tapped his shoulder. The moment he turned towards me in confusion, I did the only thing that crossed my mind. I lifted my knee up and hit his precious jewels.

He immediately bent down, clutching his masculinity.

"You did NOT just do that?" He said, wincing a bit but straightening up to tower over me.

I was angry so my mouth worked on. It's own.

"Oh I did NOT? Well, my bad," and with that, I kneed his balls once again.

After that, he fell on the ground, clutching his crotch.

I was glaring at him when I heard a voice from somewhere in front. "What's the commotion abo- oh!"

Candy weaved through the crowd that had formed to see the ill-mannered jerk groaning on the floor.

He looked up to see me glaring at the pervert. I could see him trying to stifle his laugh.

"What just happened?" He asked, unable to control his chuckles.

No one spoke up.

"Well?" He questioned looking at the guys.

"Uh, hot legs there just kneed your running back in the balls, Captain," a blonde guy spoke up.

Suddenly Candy's laughter seemed to have ceased as he snapped his head in my direction. Or more specifically my legs.

His eyes widened and his jaw dropped. He blinked a few times before returning his gaze to my legs.

"I-uh -sh-wel- I um..." Was all I heard him say.

I swear I saw him pinch himself too.

He opened and closed his mouth like a gaping fish. He gulped before shaking his head and forcing his gaze to my face.

"Muffin? I -uh. Come with me for a minute?" He forced out.

Before I could even answer him, he grabbed my wrist and dragged me to the other side of the locker room.

"You're wearing my jersey," he breathed out once we were in a secluded corner.

I furrowed my eyebrows and frowned. "But weren't you the one who asked me to wear it? I can remove it, if you want."

My heart kind of cracked a bit. Did he not want me to wear his jersey?

"No. I mean obviously you had to wear it but that is not what I mean."

"I don't get it."

"I mean you're only wearing my jersey," he emphasised and his eyes travelled down before quickly snapping up.

"Oh. That. I just thought that I should get out of my pathetic fear of not wearing anything above my knees, you know?"

"B-But you're not wearing anything under that?" He asked and shut his eyes for a brief moment as if to shake out the thoughts consuming his mind.

"No. I'm wearing my shorts. Why?"

"I-uh nothing. Just asking. Hehe," he chuckled before muttering something under his breath.

"What?" I asked, confused by his mumbling.

He gave out a sigh. "Nothing Muffin, at this pace, you're just going make all the cold water run out. "

I furrowed my eyebrows again. What was with him and cold water?

"I don't get it Candy. Why do you keep saying 'cold shower'. Is there no warm water in the shower room?"

Candy looked at me and chuckled. "Aren't you just too cute?"

"What?"

He chuckled and shook his head.

"Tell me."

He chuckled again before wrapping his arms around me, securing me into a warm hug.

"Nothing, Muffin, nothing."

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