I slid into the locker room, amid the steam and raucous laughter of the guys. I sighed, well, here I go.
I got to my locker and yanked it open (who actually bothers to lock those things anyway?). Out of the locker tumbles several packages of condoms, to the uproarious laughter of the guys. I sighed; I’d expected something like that.
“Wow guys,” I said turning around, “Who skipped lunch to go buy all those? Or are you guys such whores that you had that many already?”
Those who knew me better fell silent, looking away awkwardly.Those who didn’t (such as Dave who said, “We thought you might need some for your new girlfriend.”) continued chortling.
I walked up to Dave, slapping a smile on my face, “Have you met Ceirra yet?”
He snorted, “No, who’d want to?”
Pow
Blood spurted out of his nose as I knocked him to the ground with one punch. I spun around, glaring at the rest of them, “Anyone else have a problem with Ceirra?”
The locker room was deafeningly silent. “Good.” I turned away from them to change.