Gymnasium Bleachers; Boys Basketball Practice

Renee:[You have got to be kidding! I cant run in there like this! Over a dozen boys, the fucking coach, and whoevers there to hang out!? No way!]

Unknown: [Renee… Do we have to go over this again? Besides it’s next to the entrance and under the bleachers. If you’re smart and careful even your blindingly white bod can get there unseen. Now get that pale booty movin or… y’know >;) ]

“Fuck you, whoever you are… asshole” Renee cursed, while breaking from the pressure. Arms back into position she started making her way to the school gym.

…

“Ok ok out of all the girls in school who do you think has the best sleeper build” a boy sitting on the sidelines, waiting for his turn to practice, asked two others.

“What do you mean? Like who is the strongest?”

“No no. Who looks the best naked but hides it really well” he clarified.

“So no picking any obvious answers like Blare”

“Yeah. She’s got a great bod and makes sure everyone knows it. Hell bet she’d wear bikinis to class if that was allowed.”

“Ok so how about an example since you brought it up”

“Ok ok… hmm what about Tracy Cunningham?”

“That stuck up bitch? Nah man no way she’s packin”

“Ok Mr. Know-it-all it was just an example, who is your pick”

“Francesa maybe?”

“Guess we know your type, but I don't really think she’s hiding anything”

“Fine fine, what about Renee”

“The class pres, that prude?”

“Hell yeah, you seen any of the ladies softball practice? She at least got some buns under her stuffy skirt. And on hot days without the uniform tights, legs for days man. Plus she’s pretty as hell”

“I dunno, maybe she’s the opposite of a butter face”

“Butter face?”

“Y’know girls with a bangin bod, but her face”

“Oh! Well guess there's no way to confirm without getting her naked”

“Ha good luck with that prude, she only makes goo-goo eyes for the football captain and I bet even he’d have a tough go of seeing her in anything less than a bikini. Plus I hear she and her family are super religious. Probably the no sex till marriage type of girl”

*Tweet!*

“You three seem comfortable! Time to switch out!” The coach blared. The three boys reluctantly jumped away from their conversation. Not knowing their very subject was tiptoeing behind them.

“Fuckin losers” Renee whispered, praying that their question would never be answered. All while she carefully searched underneath the bleachers for whatever her blackmailers had left for her. Eventually finding a small black bag, with a note and two other items inside. “You’ve got to be kidding me” she said with a glare at the items, only to read the note soon after. “You HAVE to be kidding me!” She whisper yelled with an annoyed twitch in her eye.