Post game shower

The win should have been a bigger celebration for Mark considering their rivalry the two colleges had their poor season to date. But Mark didn’t feel like celebrating with this group, it wasn’t just Dixon that he had to worry about now.

His boys were clearly looking to protect him, willing to allow for both Mark and Jackson to be cleaned up on the field multiple times.

It was like threatening them not to speak out without using words of their own. They weren’t directly letting them know that they knew what they were up to but they were also sending out a clear warning to stop while they were ahead.

Mark and Jackson were the last ones to hit the showers that night. Mainly due to the fact that Mark spent time after the game, helping his cousin get his ankle tapped up from the incident with Leo.

Alone underneath the water of their individual showers, the boys cleaned themselves off, just wanting to get home to sleep.

“We better hurry up dude,” Mark said over his shoulder, turning the tap off, “The bus will leave at 10, whether we’re on it or not.”

Jackson turned his own shower off moments after, slowly grabbing his towel. He took his time hobbling back to the main locker room. Mark felt genuinely sad for him, he was in a lot of physical pain and could barely put weight on that foot.

When they made it out, everyone was gone and the rooms were empty. All either on their way to the bus or making their way out for a night on the town.

Mark went straight to his corner of the locker rooms, opening up his sports bag to pull out his clothes. Instantly his heart began to drop, he was shocked to see that all his clothes were missing from the bag.

“Ahhh what the hell,” he muttered.

He panicked, searching frantically around the rooms to see if they had fallen out nearby. There was nothing to be found however…

“Jackson, someone’s pinched my fucking clothes!”

His cousin hobbled towards his own bag, “Sure you packed them?”

“Of course I fucking packed them,” Mark complained, desperately looking around the locker rooms now.

“Oh fuck…” Mark heard Jackson say from the other side of the empty rooms.

Just like Mark, his clothes were missing. This was no accident, no coincidence, they were being pranked. The on field **** wasn’t enough, they were now toying with them. An attempt to embarrass them further, leaving them naked in the rooms.

“What the fuck are we meant to do??” Jackson said, slapping the side of one of the lockers.

“Well we can’t go out there wearing nothing,” Mark said, holding his towel close to his waist.

He walked around the room searching for any spare clothing, “This is such a fucking joke.”

Checking the storage room for extra clothes, Jackson smacked the front of that door when he couldn’t get through, locked from the inside.

“The bus is going to be gone by the time we get out there,” Mark told his cousin.

“I’m not fucking going to the bus like this,” he spat back, “We’ll find clothes elsewhere and get our own way back home, I don’t care, let’s just go find something to fucking wear.”

As much as he hated to admit it, Jackson was right. They had to do something, nothing would be accomplished by standing around in the empty away changing rooms. The two boys wearing nothing but white towels and their empty bags, decided to make their move outside.