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Chapter 4

What was left in the locker room?

A note

Eve looked down at the bench to see a folded up piece of paper sitting next to the trophy, picking it up, she opened it and read the note a loud.

"Dear, Swift Asses. We know that you idiots only won because of an illegal play that, for some reason, the ref didn't catch. So we decided that you should do another thing that's illegal to balance it out. We've placed the clothes of the other eight players in a trash bag at the end of your team's soccer field. And as for Samantha, Eve, and Robin? Their clothes have been scattered around your entire campus. Good luck in getting them back before the sun comes up or somebody sees you; whichever comes first. Love, The Red Devils."

"You just had to do that play, didn't you?!" Robin spat, glaring Eve down. "Now we gotta go running around the college naked!"

"Oh, no, no, no!" Samantha whimpered, "Guys! My mom's the dean! If she catches me streaking..."

"Okay, so this might be my fault." Eve said with a nervous chuckle, placing the note back down on the bench before clearing her throat. "However, Those Red Losers forgot that there's still eleven of us! And together, we can get our clothes back before anything happens! Once a team, always a team! Who's with us?!"


"You bitches are sooooooo off the freaking team!" Eve hissed as she pounded on the back door of the locker room, the eight other girls having thrown her, Samantha, and Robin outside.

"This is so humiliating!" Samantha whimpered, hugging herself tightly as she crossed her legs while blushing profusely, the poor girl looked like she was about to break down into tears. "We didn't do anything. Why'd they kick us out, too?"

"This is all your fault, Eve!" Robin growled. "They already must have sent one of the others out the front to fetch their clothes, and you know they're not gonna let us back in! And now we have to go get ours before someone sees us!"

Eve turned to glare at Robin, letting out a growl of her own before sighing. "Whatever. We can talk about whose fault this is later..."

"It's yours!" Samantha and Robin said simultaneously in hysterics and anger, respectively.

"I said later!" Eve snapped, taking a deep breath. "Right now, we need to get our clothes. Where should we start looking?"

Where do they begin their search?

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