Some Ice

-Katherine Andrews: (Song of the chapter: Okay by Chase Atlantic

The only reason why I'd ever wish to be a boy is so I could join the boys Hockey team and keep smashing the hell out of Alex on the ice, pretending it was an accident during practice.

Earlier, I noticed him taking Glyndon with him. His daddy owns this school or something, which is why his bratty ass gets away with everything, always acting like the king of the castle.

"Good practice, Captain," Lia, one of my teammates, said, flashing me a smile.

As much as I wanted to smile back, to thank her and maybe even try to be friendly, I had to hold back.

I didn't want more rumors floating around that I was hitting on the girls on my team.

Sometimes, it gets to me.

I just want to have normal friendships with the girls—smiling, yelling in excitement, maybe even heading to the bathroom to gossip about everything under the sun.

But I'm too scared they'll take my friendliness the wrong way and think I'm just trying to get into their pants.

I ignored Lia and made a beeline for the girls' locker room, stripping off my clothes while keeping my gaze fixed on the floor.

Yes, some girls on my team had complained to the principal about how uncomfortable they felt with me being in the locker room, even though I've never once looked at them in any inappropriate way.

That's why I make sure to stare at the ground every time I'm in here.

"She's probably staring right now," someone murmured.

"She's such a creep," another voice chimed in.

But even with that, I could still hear the whispers—girls warning each other to be careful around me.

Like, seriously? Am I supposed to be some kind of danger because I'm a lesbian? I'm not going to pounce on them the moment I see a boob or a vagina.

I let out a sigh and quickly showered. I bit down on the inside of my cheek, focusing on the water washing over me.

They didn't know anything about me, yet their words still stung. It wasn't like I was some out-of-control predator who couldn't keep my hands to myself.

Once I finished, I put my uniform back on, fixing my hair into a braid, even though it was still damp.

I slammed my gym locker shut and walked toward the hallway, heading for my other locker, when something caught my attention just as I passed the boys locker room.

I swung my backpack over my shoulder and walked back inside.

Well, at least in here, nobody will accuse me of being here to fuck them.

The place was empty, thank God.

I glanced around—this room smelled like sweat, dirty towels, and something far worse.

And they dare to ask me why I don't like men.

What the hell is wrong with this place?

I continued walking toward the showers, and that's when I heard it—moaning.

It wasn't hard for me to recognize a woman's fake moan from a mile away.

I hesitated for a moment, a mix of curiosity and disgust swirling inside me, but ultimately, I couldn't help myself. I had to see what was going on.

I followed the trail of sounds, and there it was: the curtain was half open.

A muscular back. A naked ass.

Alex and ginormous ass, Goddam, leave some for the rest of us.

I wanted to laugh at that, if he were nice and my friend I would have totally commented this right in his face, but he's not... thank God.

I stood there, frozen for a second, watching as he thrust into Glyndon, who was bent over with her hands resting against the shower wall.

Both of them were naked, their skin glistening from the water, slick and shiny.

What a sight.

I crossed my arms over my chest, leaning against the wall with a smirk tugging at my lips as I took it all in.

I could film them in this vulnerable state and blackmail them. But I'm not that kind of person. And besides, that's a crime.

I heard Glyndon's increasingly fake moans as Alex continued to push inside her, finishing with a grunt before pulling himself out.

He turned her around, trapping her against the wall as he pressed his lips to hers. "How was it? Did you like it?" he whispered.

She smiled, cupping his face. "Yes, very much. The best orgasm ever."

I raised an eyebrow.

No. Freaking. Way.

There was no way she actually orgasmed.

"Liar." They both flinched at the sound of my voice.

Alex immediately stepped in front of Glyndon, his body protecting hers, as she wrapped her arms around her chest, trying to hide behind him.

I could see the vein on Alex's forehead pulsing as he glared at me, his fist clenching. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Just watching Adam and Eve's little performance," I said, tilting my head.

"Though I have to say, Adam, your technique could use some work. Ever heard of the G-spot? Didn't think so."

He was so mad.

I loved it.

"I know what I'm doing just fine. Didn't you hear her moans?" He shot back, his grin cocky like he was winning.

I tilted my head and looked into Glyndon's eyes, watching her peeking out from behind Alex.

"Oh, do you?" I chuckled. "Well, since I'm feeling generous today, I have some news for you. Your girlfriend didn't finish. She isn't satisfied. She'll have to go home to play DJ," I added, winking at him. "If you know what I mean."

Glyndon's face flashed, because she knew I was telling the truth.

His face was turning red now, his muscles bunching as his anger reached a boiling point.

He glanced back at Glyndon, his voice rising. "Is what she's saying true? Do I not satisfy you? Did you not finish?"

Glyndon wrapped her arms around his waist, shaking her head. "She's lying to piss you off. I loved what we did," she said, her voice suddenly sweet.

Then, she turned her glare on me. "And of course, I finished. Your dick is amazing."

Alex smiled like he just won the lottery, completely buying her words.

"Right," I said, pushing off the wall.

"Well, good luck with DJ tonight, Glyndon."

"DJ?" Alex frowned.

"Yeah, you know. Her fingers and her clit.

Desperate and dissatisfied straight women everywhere are big fans."

Alex's face twisted with rage as he lunged toward me, his fists clenched.

"You're such a fucking-"

"Careful," I warned, cutting him off.

"Assaulting me won't make your dick any bigger."

"Did you hear what she said? She said she was satisfied." He looked back at me, his rage bubbling over. "Now get out before I tell the principal how you're sneaking around to watch my girlfriend naked, fag."

That's when I straightened up, my body tense with a sudden surge of confidence. "Okay, back off. Let me help her finish before I leave, so the complaint at least worth something. I can't leave a woman unsatisfied."

His eyes narrowed in fury, and before I could react, he shoved me back, pulling the curtain to hide Glyndon behind it as he pinned me to the wall.

"You know what? You're not too bad yourself. You wanna see if I can satisfy a woman by yourself?" His voice was a low growl, still trapping me against the wall.

I looked down at him, trying not to laugh. "With your shrimp? Okay, but, baby, you can barely reach my knee. What are we gonna do about that?"

I gagged inwardly as he pressed his hard body even closer to mine.

Unintentionally, my knee collided with his balls.

The loud groan that followed made me wince, but I couldn't stop the laughter that bubbled up from deep inside.

"Fuck, are you okay?" I asked, suddenly feeling a flicker of guilt. I didn't mean to do it on purpose.

But when I saw how he was rolling around on the floor, clutching his shrinkened dick, I couldn't help it, I laughed.

I looked at Glyndon, who was watching us from behind the curtain, her eyes wide with surprise. "You might want to find some ice for him."

I couldn't stop laughing as I rushed out of the room, every step filled with the sound of Alex's angry cursing and frantic writhing.