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Any resemblance written characters have with real-life individuals is strictly coincidental.
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Logan turned the shower nozzle to the right, unleashing a cascade of warm water over his body. Immediately, his tense muscles loosened under the soft pressure of the shower head and the steam that was billowing up around him.
He squeezed a dollop of body wash into his hands and lathered it on his naked skin. Using his fingernails, Logan gently freed the dirt that had stuck to his body during baseball practice. The particles ran down his legs and escaped down the drain in a spinning cyclone of mud.
Logan loved to catch a quick shower in the locker room after baseball practice. It was a good way to meditate on his thoughts — break apart his game wins and mistakes and figure out what to do better next time.
He especially loved days like today when most of the team had already gone home. The locker room was quiet, empty, peaceful — the perfect way to wind down.
Even once his body was clean, the young man stood underneath the shower head for several minutes longer, letting the falling water droplets massage his shoulders and back.
Yup, that was what he needed.
Logan turned the shower off and stepped away from the stall. He grabbed one of the folded towels that were stacked beside the wall and methodically blotted his body until he was completely dry. He tossed the towel into the waste basket before making his way back toward the lockers where his clothes waited for him. He didn't mind walking in the buff, because the locker room was empty... or at least it was supposed to be.
The boy rounded the corner to the locker area, and from his peripheral vision, he caught the silhouette of two individuals standing at the locker room entrance. Startled, he made an attempt to cover his naked body with his hands.
"I'm sorry! I didn't know anyone else was in here," he apologized as he looked up to see who his guests were.
Logan was surprised even more by what he saw: two girls in the boy's locker room. They weren't just any girls, though; he knew them well.
The blonde-haired one with the blue piercing eyes was Rebecca, his ex-girlfriend. They had dated all throughout Freshman year to the end of Junior year, but her erratic behavior and clingy disposition drove Logan to break ties with her before summer break. He admitted that a text message break-up wasn't the best way to end a three-year relationship, but did it warrant her storming the locker room?
The brunette standing beside Rebecca was Madison, her best friend and trusted confidant. She was such a follower, she would've taken Rebecca's word as gospel over the Messiah himself.
They both were staring at Logan fiendishly; well, Rebecca was. Madison was having a difficult time maintaining her glare with her eyes quickly darting between his loins and his face.
"What are you two doing in here?" Logan questioned. "This is the boy's locker room. You're not allowed in."
"It's okay. I don't think anyone will bother us," Rebecca grinned as she slowly twisted the deadbolt lock on the entrance door, sealing them all inside.
"What do you want, Rebecca?" Logan sighed. The sooner he could get this over with, the sooner they would leave him in peace to get dressed and get the hell out.
"You know what I want," Rebecca took several steps toward Logan. He didn't retreat from her. "I want you."
Madison followed closely behind her friend. Her face appeared focused, as if she was waiting for something.
"We've been through this, Rebecca — all summer long, in fact. We can't be together anymore. We don't jive."
"Well, lucky for me, I wasn't asking your permission," Rebecca spat back as she caressed something that was draped over her left shoulder.
Logan focused his eyes to see what Rebecca had brought with her. He hadn't noticed it before, especially since it was shaded in the school's grey and brown "Owls" mascot colors. But there was definitely a rather large cloth hanging off of either side of Rebecca's shoulder.
"What is that?" Logan nodded at the cloth.
"Oh, this? Just a present for you. Take a look," Rebecca pulled the cotton mass from her shoulder and held it up for Logan to see.