He usually uses the gym that me and the other guys use, but with him being on the hockey team, he uses the gym more than any of us and will sometimes work out with his team.
Logan is the very last person you’d imagine playing a team sport, but I guess the fact that he gets to smash people into the boards has him more invested than he would be if he played another position.
And that’s the entire reason why I’m here, snooping around the athletics department after hours, trying to catch a glimpse of my little menace.
The department is split into different sections, and since Logan mentioned seeing her in the main gym, I head there first.
The gym is empty when I get there, but there’s something nagging at me to check the locker rooms. The men’s is empty, barring a few of the hockey guys on Logan’s team. They give me a nod but remain otherwise tight lipped. Just because I’m friends with one of their teammates, doesn’t make us friends too. Hell, I can guarantee Logan barely speaks a word to them himself.
Next, I check the women’s locker room, and to my delight, I hear the shower running at the back of the room. A quick glance around tells me it’s Lana, since I’d know the leather jacket hanging on a hook next to a pile of carefully folded clothes anywhere. No one else at this school would ever wear something like that, so I know it’s her without a doubt.
I debate for a minute whether to go and piss her off while she’s showering, but knowing her, she’d probably just point the showerhead at me and drench my clothes in water.
No, I need to do something that’ll piss her off. Something that will humiliate her.
Like… taking her clothes? Making her walk from here back to her dorm in her towel sounds like any girl’s nightmare.
A wicked grin grows on my face at the idea.
I gather up her clothes in my arms and grab her sneakers from the floor beside them. I open the lockers, making sure there’s nothing lying around that she can put on. In the locker behind her clothes are a pair of boots. Those damn steel-capped, high-heeled things she wears.
Well, I guess I can find it in the goodness of my heart to at least not let her walk back to her dorm with bare feet.
I close the locker, leaving the boots inside, and sneak back out of the locker room. I spot a supply cupboard and lookinside, finding an empty gym bag, and I shove her clothes inside before shouldering the bag. I’d bin them, but she’d probably fucking strangle me for going too far.
I exit the building and debate with myself on what to do next. Do I stick around to see the show? Or do I get out of the way before she can find me?
My mind is made up as I head across the parking lot and run into Harley, who’s just jogging down the steps from the library. He looks flustered, which is unusual for him.
“What’s wrong with you?” I ask.
He startles at the sight of me before gaining his composure.
“Me? Nothing. Why?”
My brows furrow. “You’re acting strange.”
He sighs reluctantly. “I need something from the library, but there’s someone in there that I’m avoiding, so I’m just gonna have to wait until they leave to head back inside.”
Who the hell would he be avoiding?
He’s been acting strange lately, but then again, he’s always been fucking strange.
“Let’s sit.” I nod towards a bench that has the perfect view of both the entrance to the library and the athletics department. “I’ll wait with you.”
“You don’t need to do that, bro,” he mutters but takes a seat.
“Oh, believe me, I do.”
EIGHT
LANA
Istep out of the shower, wrapping a towel around myself before draping another one over my shoulders. I’ve had a shit couple of days, but a few hours in the gym did me a world of good. Now, all I need to do is go back to my dorm and spend the rest of the night studying to catch up on everything that’s fallen through the cracks up until now.
I’m not really sure why I’m bothering, since I hopefully won’t be here too much longer, but Ihateleaving things unfinished, so I’ll see my assignments through until it’s time for me to leave.
The locker room is empty when I step back into the space, but I’m on edge.
