“Need a shower?” a male voice said behind me.
“I think she needs a cold shower, man!” another guy called from farther away.
Laughter echoed around the room, the noise level stinging my ears as more people turned their attention on me. I turned around, holding my hands up just in front of me a little, but blinking away the tears and straightening my shoulders.
The less I reacted, the less they’d react. There had to be a coach in here or a teacher or something.
Stupid me. I knew the teasing or pranking or even bullying was a possibility of someone in my shoes, but I arrogantly thought my status protected me. Or my father’s status, anyway.
But whoever pushed me in here thought of something I didn’t. If I couldn’t see them do it, there was no one to punish.
“Damn,” someone said, and I turned my head toward his voice.
“Is that…?” Another voice trailed off. Younger, like he was my age, maybe.
“Yeah, it’s the mayor’s daughter,” a raspy voice added. “The blind one.”
“Oh, shit. I heard she was coming.”
“She’s cute.”
Heat covered my face, but I kept my jaw locked to keep the panic from rising. I spun around again and tried the door.
I pushed my body into it, it gave way, but it was pushed closed again by the same weight. More cackling from the other side.
I shook my head. I was going to kill them. Whoever they were, I was going to kill them. I wanted to scream—to demand they open the damn door and let me out—but it would just entertain the boys behind me even more.
“It’s okay, babe. You can stay,” one of the same voices told me. “Not like you can see our shit anyway, right?”
“Shower’s all yours, babe.” A towel hit my body, and I caught it on reflex. “Unless you don’t want it all to yourself.”
Heat rose to my cheeks, and I swallowed a couple times to wet my throat. “Hello?” I called, hoping to alert a teacher that a girl was in the room so I could get some help. “Hello?”
“Hello!” a voice called, mimicking me.
And another. “Hello!”
“Hello!”
“Hello!”
Male voices around the room laughed and joked, and I gritted my teeth together, aggravated. I didn’t know why I was surprised. The guys in this town…
“What the hell’s going on?” someone asked.
“Winter Ashby wandered in, man.”
I backed up to the door, my hands at the ready as it sounded like more guys came in from the showers or the gym, I wasn’t sure.
But before I hit the hard doors, I hit something else. I stopped, feeling a body behind me.
“Hey,” he said. “I’m Simon.”
I jerked, but there was suddenly a body to my left and in my ear. “I’m Brace.”
And then another one in front of me. “I’m Miles,” he said, and I sucked in a breath and held out my hands.
I tried to slip in any direction I could, but they were everywhere.