"Shut up!" Carla hissed, we were ducking our assess, hoping we won't get caught sneaking to the girls changing room, though... We're both girls so it's not like...
"Go, take a picture..." I whispered leaning closer.
Well... Unless you're carrying a gigantic old camera... Who wouldn't be suspicious right? And... Carla is literally known for being gay. We're absolutely fucked.
"Dude... Seriously—"
"—Shush... I can't see Kate anywhere..."
She hissed again, snapping her head towards me, her plastic glasses slightly tilted. I swallowed a groan. I just wanna get outta here...
"Shit—I see her..." "Wait really? Then go..."
We both leaned closer, but not enough for us to be seen, there's Kate... The captain of the soccer girl's team. She's about to take her sport uniform off. I don't find it great... Well for Carla maybe. And she's probably zooming it by her naked eye with the lense of the camera... That fucking jerk. She never agreed to this at first... Not until 'guurl' was mentioned.
Suddenly... I heard a noise somewhere, I glanced at the side, I immediately recognized that orange hair... Not ginger, orange. It was the dork.
Yes, she's an outsider... But I guarantee you, she fucked half of the school, even if she has that quirky... Nerdy... Dork side. Though. I don't get the hype.
Why is that orange called 'everyone's guilty pleasure'?
My eyes lingers on her face, then suddenly, her fingers dig deep into hair, and in that moment, I have no intention to look away.
After she ran a hand through her hair, it slowly moves to the hem of her shirt... Then she took it off.
Okay... I get it now.
Broad shoulder... Slim body... Those freckles... Slightly masc (still slim) small fucking waist... Is that even possible?
I gulped, and I swear... She heard that... Because her sharp eyes landed on mine, then she gave me that smirk.
Like she's saying I'm a pervert but at the same time no.
So... Dorks are hot too huh.
