Hide the phone in the towels

Mark tiptoed his way further into the girls locker rooms, he found a spot beneath a stack of white towels. It was the perfect viewing point of the entire room so no matter where Miranda went to change, he would be able to capture it.

Mark got his camera up, hit record and hid the phone amongst the towels, the camera lens the only thing slightly visible yet not something you would notice unless you were looking for it.

He looked back up, the sound of a shower had just turned up, he made his way out of the rooms quickly.

It was going to be too obvious if Miranda caught him outside waiting here. Mark thought it would be best to hide just around the corner of the rec centre and wait for her to leave.

There he stood outside, his heart thumping. He would have been given quite a few questionable looks from a few people, just by the way he was standing there looking so paranoid.

10 minutes later.

Miranda strolled out of the rec centre, dressed back in her casual clothes. There was no time to waste, he wanted to get in there, grab the phone and get out immediately to review the footage.

Mark sussed out the gym before going back into the girls locker rooms, just to make sure that nobody was lurking around there either.

When the coast was clear, he re entered the locker rooms. It was dead quiet, no sound of showers, no bags leftover, he was certainly alone inside.

He walked towards to towels to retrieve his phone.

‘Oh fuck’ he muttered to himself as he searched the towels, unable to see his phones. He checked through them all, chucking them off the table one by by one, desperately trying to find that phone.

After all towels had been thrown off, all that remained on the table was a single piece of white paper folded in two. Mark picked up to read ‘Our perverted friend’ written in blue scribble.

Oh fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Why did he have to hide it in such a risky place he thought to himself starting to feel his body genuinely shake as he opened the letter to read.

Mark gulped as he started to read.

The Letter: This might come as a bit of a shock to you but we’ve found your phone. You really thought you could come in here and film innocent girls in the nude. You are a sick, sick perverted boy.

We’ve decided to confiscate your phone until you come forward and reveal yourself. We want you back here at exactly 11:55pm this Friday Night. If you decide not to sure you, we’ll be handing this phone in to the Chancellor where they will find out who it belongs to.

If you don’t want to be expelled or face criminal charges, you better make sure you show up.

See you Friday perv. xoxo

Mark was still shaking, he folded up the paper and ran straight out of the gym and out of the rec centre. He was so paranoid, he looked around to see if anyone was watching him.

God damn it. He was in real trouble now, he had **** but to listen to the demands of Miranda or whoever else it was that wrote the letter.

He was at least relieved to hear that he’s phone screen had locked while filming the locker rooms. Mark had turned off his mobile data and wifi before he planted the phone so notification noises wouldn’t come up at all while it was there.

Mark thought about his parents, how angry they would be if he was kicked out of college, he would have to move back home and work full time. Work might be hard to find as well if he ended up with any criminal charges.

For now, there was nothing else he could do, he tried to calm himself down, he would deal with it on Friday Night.