Snippet #1789428

Elisa was always on her guard, even though she was with the Jocks. For some reason it was almost as scary to be with them than against them. One of them would almost always be looking at her and she had finally learned what the word "self-concious" was. They had let her keep all of her stuff for some reason, maybe because she would be using it anyways, and she was able to look clean pretty much every day. With all of the stuff she had packed for her weekend sleepover, she actually had enough stuff for a few weeks here, since she packs more than she needs all the time. Where was Rosetta anyways?

Sub-conciously she checked her phone again. No signal, it was school what else did she expect to happen? That signal would magically appear in the locker room? She used to be able to text in class but the snow that was still piling up right outside got rid of what little blissful signal they had in this school. To top it off it was halfway dead. She locked it again and put it back into her backpack just as a jock walked by. A few times she had to give them her phone and they would play games on it. I guess they had accepted the reality that phones were useless before she had. She had to let them because, well, that was the deal. She stays if she listens.

The jock looked at her but she pretended not to notice. But after he stopped right in front of her she looked up at him and smiled. He didn't return it but instead said,
"Two of the other jocks didn't show up. We figured you might want to come along, get out of the locker room."
He ran his hand through his hair that wasn't even their since it was a buzzcut then put his hand back to his side, she couldn't help but notice that the so called "Muscle that this boy had was nothing more than fat that he had worked out enough with that it didn't flop around as muh. Still disgusting, but better. Plus, if she went with them, she could get out of this room that for some reason still smelt of sweaty gym socks. Probably because they worked out EVERY single day.

"Sure," She said. "I'll be out in just a second," The second he left she got her perfume out of her bag. Sweet and Playful it said. She didn't care for sweet or playful right now, she just cared for "Smeeling better than dirty gym socks". Believe it or not she still liked some of the cute jocks. It was hard not to when you see their ripped abs while they work out and look at their seemingly glistening body once they finish. It was impossible to resist. Plus, the whole bad boy thing looked good on them, she didn't mind seeing them playing hardcore for their stuff. If only some could have it, you know who you would choose, yourself. Why else would she, Elisa, joined up with the jocks? Because if she didn't she wouldn't stand a chance. They have pretty much all the food, they have comfort, and for her personal needs, they have cute guys. She sprayed one or two times then ran out to join the scout party.