You’re questioned

You tried again to speak. “Wha- what-” Colleen didn’t care to listen yet, opening the door and tossing you into the middle of the locker room. You coughed and wearily stood up. When you opened you eyes, you were greeted by the sight of a naked cheerleading squad all staring directly at you. Your head was spinning. “Can I talk now?!”

“Explain what you were doing waiting outside the door. No bullshit!” Colleen came close to shoving you.

“You didn’t give me a chance to state my case in the first place! Nonetheless, if you need to know, Rebecca can vouch for me. She told me to wait outside the door until she was done. I had no intention of spying.” You tried to back off from them, but bumped into another girl, thankfully in a towel. “Hell, when you started beating me, I was half on the verge of falling asleep!”

“I said no bullshit!” Colleen argued. You put out your hands in confusion. She rolled her eyes. “Why would Rebecca tell YOU to wait outside? Why would she even talk to you? You’re nobody.”

“How much does it take for you? I started talking to her and she said she wanted to continue the conversation when she got out.”

Colleen was clearly making up excuses now. “That may be so. But if you weren’t perming out on us, why do you have a boner?” You think some of the others might’ve been catching on to her game.

“Have you thought that maybe, JUST MAYBE, it could be because you threw me into a room filled with a bunch of FUCKING NUDE WOMEN?! Honestly!” Clearly, some of them were embarrassed by Colleen’s stupid choice. Even she was turning a deep shade of red at realizing she cost them their modesty. You whispered one last part to yourself. “If you don’t want me to have my damn boner, try fucking covering yourself instead of standing there exposing yourself to currently the only man in a goddamn mile radius.”

Colleen backed off in embarrassment. Although they’d quieted themselves, it still seemed off. It soon became clear that they still weren’t ready to let you leave, even if they were done harassing you. Leslie slowly crept towards you, seemingly to calm you. It made sense as it was in her character as probably the nicest of them. Nonetheless, you took a step back for every step she took forward. You stopped when you bumped into Mia.

Mia was still in her towel, as was a good percentage of the squad. Her hand gripped the top hem of the towel, just above her breasts, retightening every few seconds to keep it from falling. Some of the ones who were somewhat toweled when you entered had subconsciously let their towel fall to the steamy floor, almost blending in.

You spaced away from Leslie and Mia, stopping on the opposite end of the dressing area from the door. They apparently got the message not to approach you. Rebecca was still supposedly in her shower stall. You heard the water running. You took a few quick glances at Candy and Leslie.