Sneak inside the locker room...

I wonder where the door those guys used leads to... I thought.

I make my way across the field, following the path laid out by Blake and the others towards the entrance into the building. I shiver as I grab the chilled metal handle and hastily pull open the heavy door, surprised that it was still unlocked despite the rest of the school being locked down. I guess athletes really do get a free pass around here.

As soon as I enter the room, I'm bombarded by the stench of sweat and a musky odor. I try to navigate through the abundance of similar lockers but the blinding fog from the steaming showers makes it impossible. I hear the sound of a shower turn on, the barrage of water running, hitting the tiled floor, rings in my ears. Shit... I thought they would've left by now. My feet lightly dash through the locker room, frantically searching for the exit while attempting to make as little noise as possible. As I quickly turn around a corner, sliding across the wet floor, I come face to face with the intimidating beast I had witnessed just moments ago... Blake.

"What the fuck are you doing in here?!" Blake barked at me. Blake's eyes narrow in a glare and his eyebrows furrow as he focuses on me. The water from the shower runs down his chest, his abs glistening from the reflection of the light. I stared directly at him, my eyes not daring to look any further down, fearful of what might happen now that I've been caught.

"I-I... Uh... I... Um..." I stutter, stumbling for the right words to say as I slowly back away from him.

He turns off the water to his shower and makes his way over to the bench to grab a neatly folded white towel. He runs the towel through his damp hair and across his soft skin, drying every inch of himself before draping it around his waist, loosely hanging right below his pelvis.

Blake charges towards me in a furious rage, grabbing me by my shirt collar. He slams me against the metal lockers, the shock of the impact courses through my body as I groan in pain. "I asked you a fucking question. What the fuck do you think you're doing in here?" Blake snarls at me, his face inching closer and closer to mine. The heat of his body pressing against mine, his brawny biceps holding me in place, it's all incredibly overwhelming as I feel like I've lost any sense of control.

"I was late and I-I got locked out of the school. I didn't want to have to check in through the main office, so I thought I would try sneaking in through here..." I said meekly. Blake shakes his head in disapproval, unimpressed by my excuse, but then his eyebrow cocks up inquisitively.

"Who are you? I'm sure I've never seen you around here before." Blake questions.

"My name is Nate, Nate Harkness, I just transferred here over the summer." I stammered.

Blake lets out a sigh and slowly releases me from his hold, I quickly back away from him, curious about what he might do next as I try to regain my composure. Normally I'd be the asshole asking the questions, why am I acting so timid with this guy?

"Get out of here and don't let me catch you creeping around the locker room again." Blake says sternly. I affirmatively nod and attempt to make my way out of the locker room. "Wrong way faggot." He motions over to the opposite side of the room, his face scowling at me. I race out the door into a corridor leading to the main building of the school. Finally, time for class... I thought to myself as I tried to push what just happened out of my head.