Bathroom Doors - Chapter 7

To say that Oliver was bad at football was an understatement. In fact, he was absolutely terrible. So when he jogged over to me during the break they had, I couldn't help but make fun of him.

"Umm... Oliver Honey, I hate to tell you this, but you kind of suck." I told him.

He pretended to look shocked.

"That was hurtful." He said.

"Someone had to be the one to tell you. Why are you trying out when you clearly aren't any good at it?" I asked.

"Maybe I'm trying to impress someone." He said and looked at me slyly.

"Oh really?" I asked while looking bored.

"Yeah, the cheerleaders." He said and gave me one last smile before rejoining the other hopeful footballers.

It was so obvious he was just joking. Yet I still looked over at the cheerleaders who were practicing. I was one of them once upon a time, until my parents pretty much made me quit. My ex-friends, Lauren, Hayley, Allie and Sally, were part of the cheer squad and once they saw me watching them they immediately started whispering to each other.

I gave my fakest smile and waved at them sarcastically.

How can they say I dress like a slut when they're the ones prancing around in their mini skirt cheerleading uniform? I looked down at what I was wearing today. The stockings barely went to the bottom of my short skirt and I had them held up with garters, and the dark green corset I was wearing didn't exactly scream virgin. I like to think I look like a high classed hooker, well at least that's what I'm going to keep telling myself until Matt finishes his assignment.

Actually, I don't really mind this look right now. I saw the way the footballers looked at me. It was like they wanted me, but I knew they could never get me. When I was dating Blake they never used to look at me like this. So I admit, I'm kind of liking the attention now. Maybe I should come to football practice more often.

Practice eventually finished so I sauntered over to Oliver and the other football players.

"Did you get in?" I asked Oliver.

"Nah. I didn't really want to anyway." He said.

"Aww that's too bad." I said.

"Yeah. Maybe you can cheer me up by coming to get a milkshake with me?" He asked.

Was that him just asking me out? That I did not expect, I mean come on, I only met him a few days ago.

"That's really tempting..." I trailed off.

In the back of my head I could hear Matt telling me not to get close to anyone and to definately not date anyone.

"...but, I'm kind of busy with homework and stuff." I let him down softly.

"Right, maybe some other time then?" He asked.

"Uh maybe." I said.

"Dude, she's probably going home to get it on with one of her boyfriends. You'll have to get in line after me." One of the pig-headed jocks, Jared, said.

I gritted my teeth and turned to him.

"That's exactly what I'm going to do, Jared. And believe me, you're at the bottom of the list." I told him with a smirk.

I turned back to Oliver.

"Look, you didn't have to lie to me. You could have just said you'd be slutting around instead." He said and walked off.

So much for him thinking I'm not that type. I rolled my eyes at the hypocrisy and walked off the football field. I got into my car and drove off towards my home. When I got there I stayed in the drive way and did my new routine of wiping off make-up and covering my clothes with my over-sized hoodie. My dad wouldn't be home to see me because he's still at work, but my mom is probably home.

When I finally went in the house I realized my efforts to hide my alter ego was pointless because the house was empty. I trudged upstairs and into my room. I quickly changed into normal clothes and flopped down onto my bed.

I was so bored. I didn't have any homework to do because it's the first week back and I have no friends to go and hang out with. Matt would probably be busy with his afternoon classes.

I took my iPod out of my bag and plugged it into my stereo and listened to the music for the rest of the afternoon and eventually fell asleep.

-----------------------

The next morning I woke up to my phone ringing. I groaned and answered it.

"What do you want?" I asked before even looking at the caller ID.

"Maybe a nice hello?" Matt said.

"I repeat, what do you want?" I asked and sat up.

"Just an update." He said.

"Right. Umm, well I don't think we have to worry about that new guy. He pretty much thinks I'm a slut now. Uhh, some footballers hit on me and that's about it." I said.

He sighed in frustration.

"We need something better than this." He said.

"What am I supposed to do? If you think I'm going to actually get together with one of these guys then you're sadly mistaken." I told him.

"I know. I gotta go. I'll call you after school?" He asked.

"Whatever." I said and hung up.

I laid back down and felt like falling back asleep, but I knew I had school.

**FF to school**

When I got to school I went straight to my locker. I opened it and a whole lot of condoms fell out of it and onto the floor. Wow, seriously? Someone actually went and bought all of these just to fill my locker with them?

I looked around and saw everyone looking at me. Some were snickering and some where whispering to each other. I looked at the obvious culprits, Lauren and Lacey. I knew it was them because of the smug looks on their faces. When did they start hanging out anyway?

This could have turned into a very embarrassing situation, but I kept repeating the word 'confidence' over and over in my head until I formulated a plan.

I bent down and picked up as many as I could, then I turned to the rest of people in the hall. I smiled at Lauren and Lacey. I then went and gave a condom packet to every guy in the hallway. I even gave some to Blake and Oliver who looked confused.

I then stood in the middle of the hall with everyone still looking at me.

"There you go guys. Now you'll all be prepared when I eventually get around to you." I smirked and made my smooth and dramatic exit to my classroom.

I could feel the glares of the all the girls because of what I had just said to either their boyfriends or the guys that they liked. But I didn't care what they thought of me at this very moment. They all laughed at me and most of them probably saw Lacey and Lauren setting up that pathetic prank and they didn't do anything about it.

I went into my first classroom and sat down in the back. Oliver surprised me by coming and sitting down the back next to me.

"Oh hi. Are you here to be the first in line for the queen of the sluts?" I asked him sarcastically.

I was still annoyed with him because of yesterday. Usually I don't care about the horrible things people have said since the start of school, but he seemed to think differently about me and then all of a sudden he just believed the rumours. I guess it was nice while it lasted to have someone actaully want to try and know the real me.

"I just wanted to say sorry for what I said yesterday." He said.

"Why? It's 100% true though." I lied to keep up the charade.

"No it isn't I saw you at your place yesterday. You weren't with a guy. Why are lieing about something like this?" He asked.

"I'm not lieing." I lied again.

"Yes you are." He said.

"Umm excuse me, but I only met you at the start of the week so what I do in my spare time and whether I lie or not is none of your business." I said and turned to the front of the class room. He sure was nosey.

We didn't speak for the rest of the lesson, but when we had some free time at the end of class I got some very interesting information.

"Hey Oli, you still coming to S.K on Saturday night?" One of Oliver's new friends came over and asked him.

"Uh yeah, I guess." Oliver replied.

The guy nodded and walked away.

Hmm, a boys trip to S.K? The popular guys always used abbreviations to tell each other about parties or clubs they want to go to. This particular one Blake told me about.

S.K stands for 'Sex Kitten'. To put it bluntly, it's a strip club. Oh those boys and their hormones. I never knew where they got their fake ID's from though.

My phone buzzed in my pocket so I took it out and found a text from Matt.

-'Hey, anything new?'- He asked.

-'Nm. Some of the guys are going to S.K on saturday.'- I replied.

As soon as I pressed the send button I knew I would immediately regret it.

-'This gives me an idea '- He replied.

Oh great.