I feel a slight stir in my pants but for the most part ignore it. I’m not sure why, perhaps it is just curiosity but I grab the jock from the locker and hold it in my hand. A jock strap, a pair of boxers and some deodorant are inside. A couple of them are slightly ajar, one of them being right next to mine. I reach the final row and walk towards the corner where my locker is. I make my way to my locker in the back of the room, each aisle just as empty as the next. I enter the locker room and it’s completely silent, no douche bag jocks hollering about how great they are at sports and no coach yelling at us to clean up our clothes. The steam from the showers after class fogs up my glasses, I bet I left it in my locker since I don’t tend to linger in there and usually leave in a hurry. It’s the last place I have yet to look for my cell phone. ![]() My parents don’t seem to mind what time I come home, how much trouble can a nerd really get into anyway? I walk my stocky frame down the hallway towards the gym locker room, my least favorite part of the school. ![]() I try not to spend too much time after hours at school but I’ve been putting a lot of effort into this Physics assignment.
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