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Stepping into the locker room, you don’t pay attention to how quiet it is. Usually it was bustling with activity. You figure it’s because of the last period of the day, girls are probably just waiting for their own personal showers at home. You’d love the luxury, but you have club meetings today, so you’re forced to stay at school.
You step into the shower, your toiletries next to you. You didn’t trust your school’s supposedly clean body wash supplies. Besides, it was so much nicer when you could smell like your favorite scents. You take your time in the shower, making sure to scrub every last hint of dirt and sweat off your body. You step out only when your satisfied.
Wrapped in the fluffiest, warmest towel you own, you walk through the locker room, humming happily to yourself. You stop when you round a corner of lockers. The scene in front of you confuses you. Three cheerleaders are hovering around one girl. Two of the cheerleaders are kissing the girl’s neck, while another one simply stands by and watches. You scrunch your nose and turn to leave them to it. You want nothing to do with this.
Unfortunately for you, your heavily scented body wash catches the attention of one of the cheerleaders. His head pops up, and not recognizing who you are he runs for you. You don’t know how it happened exactly. One moment, you’re making your way to your locker, the next, your being slammed into one at random. The cheerleader picks you up and holds you in the air. You have no choice but to brace yourself on their shoulders. Getting a good look at them, your brain focuses more on the fact that it’s a boy wearing a cheer uniform and not a girl.
Makes sense you suppose, if they were supposed to meet in here, the boys would have to look like girls in order not to get caught. The next thing you notice is all the blood splattered on his face. You wince, trying not to think about where it came from.
“Well? What do we have here?” He says, looking you up and down. “Thought you could sneak a peek, eh?”
“Look, I don’t care what happens between you and your lady friend.” You admit. “Or what you wear.” You look down at his cheer uniform, he follows your gaze. Looking sheepish, he shakes you a little. “Never mind the clothes,” He growls. “Do you know what happens to naughty little girls that stick their noses where they aren’t wanted?”
“Ubbe, wait!” A hand appears on the man’s shoulder. He turns to look beside him. “We don’t kill this one.” You vaguely recognize the boy, but it’s the word ‘kill’ your mind gets stuck on. Maybe it was a euphemism between them. Like ‘killing it on the dancefloor’. “And why not?” Ubbe says, his grip underneath your arms are getting painful. “She’s the nice one.” Another voice called out. You recognize this one. “Ivar?” You gasp, beginning to struggle against Ubbe’s hold. You realize they’re all covered in blood. It makes your rather uncomfortable to be in this situation.
The man called Ubbe looks you over. “Put her down Ubbe and come drink up. I’ll take care of her.” Ivar instructs. Ubbe does what he’s told and Ivar approaches you. “I don’t want any trouble,” You say, he shushes you softly, pulling your face in his hands “Just look at me,” he soothes. “Look into my eyes.” You do so. It’s intimidating, looking at him so honestly, and just when you’re in the towel. His look is intense, as if he’s trying to look into your soul, trying to decipher your very being.
“C-can I go now?” You ask, feeling very uncomfortable with the close contact. Ivar steps back from you, brow furrowed in confusion and frustration. The man from before shoves his out of the way. You vaguely recognize him as Ivar’s brother, Hvitserk. “Let me try.” He says. He does the same thing as Ivar, taking your face in his hands and looking at you, concentration overcoming his features. “Look,” You say, managing to release yourself from his death grip, “I’m late for a meeting, you’re in cheer uniforms eating out some girl while she’s on her period, I’m half naked and you keep staring at me. This is getting excessively weird. So, let’s just pretend this never happened and move on ok?”
You slip away from the boys and rush to your locker. You get dressed as quickly as possible, trying not to overthink everything that just happened. You knew teenage boys could be experimental for lack of a better word, but to do all that on school property? Far be it for you to judge, but it weirded you out. They could at least have the decency to do all that at home.
With the clang of your locker, you shove the thoughts from your mind. Grabbing your bag, you rush to your meeting, wondering how the hell you were going to get over this.