Page 82 of Find Me
Amber spun around, walking backward toward the locker rooms. She gave us this mean smirk. “I hope she doesn’t give you syphilis.”
Cassy laughed with a sinister look in her eyes and the two of them continued on toward the locker room.
“You need to kick their asses, Shiloh,” Ethan grumbled.
I sighed. “I promised Mr. Morgan I wouldn’t. I’m supposed to let them dig their own grave. His words, not mine.”
“You know Cassy is encouraging Amber and the rest of her shitty friends to come after you for her,” Creed said.
I nodded. “I’ve noticed. She likes to stand back and watch.”
“She does it so that she doesn’t get into trouble if they’re ever caught. Her dad’s a cop and everything is about appearances to him,” Creed explained.
Colt shook his head at Creed. “I’ll never understand why you went there.”
Creed glared at his brother. “You have no room to talk. Youwent therewith just as many girls after Emma.”
Hearing Emma’s name made my brows shoot to my hairline. It was the first time they had ever brought her up.
He glared back at Creed. “At least none of them are going after Shiloh.”
“No, just the one you refused to fuck,” Creed quipped.
“Enough.” I grabbed both of their hands. “It’s no one’s fault but Cassy’s, so knock it off. I don’t like it when you fight.”
Looking contrite, they both mumbled an apology.
Ethan whistled. “You’re both whipped.”
I fixed him with a disapproving look. “I have Isabelle's phone number.”
He lifted his hands up in surrender. “I take it back.”
Colt and Creed chuckled and the four of us headed in.
The air in the locker room was nice and cold when I walked in. I was debating whether I had enough time to take a fast shower at home before I had to head to the gym. The class started an hour and a half after school ended.That’s plenty of time, I mused as I unlocked my locker and went to take off my shirt. Just as I pulled my head from my shirt, I was shoved forward and fell into the lockers. Hands grabbed my arms, holding me against them. I immediately tried to get free.
“Hold her still,” I heard Amber order from behind me. Cold metal slid up my spine, scaring the crap out of me. For a moment, I thought it was a knife. When I heard the soft sound of a snip and the band of my bra was cut, I knew it was scissors.
“Pull her pants down,” Amber said next. Another pair of hands yanked my gym shorts down, then the side of my underwear was cut next. “Should I cut the troll’s hair, too?” Amber asked her friends.
My fear wore off and my need to fight took over. I stepped out of my shorts and slammed my foot down on the person to my right’s instep. She cried out and let me go. I pushed away from the lockers and easily yanked my left arm free from my other captor. I whirled around and came face to face with Amber, who was holding metal scissors. I threw my leg out and kicked her in the stomach, sending her flying into the lockers behind her.
“What’s going on in here?” Coach Matthews, the girls’ tennis coach, yelled from the other side of the locker room. Everyone surrounding us dispersed.
“This isn’t over,” Amber threatened as she stalked away, holding her stomach.
I glanced down. My panties had fallen down to my ankle and my boobs were about to slip out of the cups of my bra. I quickly grabbed my dress out of my locker, yanked off my bra, and put my dress on. I felt completely exposed not having any underthings on, especially in a white dress. I changed into my sandals, grabbed the rest of my stuff, and booked it out of there. I only slowed to toss my ruined bra and underwear in the trash on my way out of the locker room.
I rushed to the parking lot, anxious to leave and get home. I started to dig my keys out of my bag when I spotted the roof of my 4Runner. Once it was fully in sight, I unlocked it, but my quick walk slowed after I noticed that the back tires were completely flat. The closer I got, the more obvious it became that they were slashed, and it wasn’t just the back tires, either. The front tires were slashed as well.
“Stay calm,” I told myself. “Don’t let them see you upset.” I was positive Cassy and Amber were behind this and were probably watching. Speaking of Cassy, I hadn’t seen her when Amber and her friends had attacked me in the locker room.
I pulled out my phone and was going to call the twins, but remembered that they were probably starting practice and wouldn’t have their phones on them. I called Keelan instead.
He answered on the second ring. “Hey, are you on your way?”
“Keelan,” I said with a shaky voice. “Amber and two of her friends attacked me in the locker room and someone slashed all my tires,” I blurted quickly because if I’d said it any slower, I would have cried. I refused to cry. I wouldn’t give Cassy and Amber the satisfaction.