realised. He got totally lost trying to find the main building. He felt sick from all the beer and started to panic. When he finally sighted the changing room at the edge of the athletics track he was thrilled.
James peered in the window. The lights were off. He tried the door, it wasn’t locked. James crept in. The heating was off but it was still warmer than outside. James rubbed his hands together to try and get some feeling back. He found a bank of switches and flipped on the light in the boys’ changing room. He left the others off. Any light shining through the frosted windows might have caught someone’s attention.
James looked at himself now he could see and was gutted. He’d put his best clothes on for the party. An almost new pair of Nike Air trainers and some Diesel jeans. The bottom of the jeans had mud soaked through them and the trainers were a wet mess, coated with mud. James knew the route back to his room from here, but there could be awkward questions if he got seen like this. He had to tidy himself up.
James kicked his trainers off to avoid marking the floor. He went into the boys’ changing room. Fear of getting caught had sobered him up a bit. The changing room was a mess. There was sweat in the air and quite a few bits of clothing tossed about. James found a grey CHERUB T-shirt scrunched up under a bench. It smelled nasty, but it was less suspicious than walking into the main building in a torn sweatshirt. James pulled it on. There were no clean tracksuit bottoms to replace the muddy jeans, so James pushed his jeans down his waist and turned the bottoms up so the muddiest area looked smaller. All he needed now was some trainers that wouldn’t spread mud everywhere. There were a few running spikes laying around, but they’d be no good indoors.
James stepped across the hallway into the girls’ changing room. He hadn’t been in here before, of course. The difference from the boys’ room was amazing. It smelled fresh. There was a counter stocked up with toiletries and perfumes. Best of all, there were two pairs of trainers on top of the lockers. One pair was James’ size but pink. The other pair was smaller, but James could easily hobble a couple of hundred metres through the main building in them. He squeezed them on.
He caught himself in the mirror and realised his face was filthy. He wished Kyle could see all the lipstick marks. James damped a towel, scrubbed his face and hands, gave the smelly T-shirt a blast with deodorant and gargled mouthwash to mask the smell of beer.
He did a final inspection: not bad. If anyone asked why he was out so late, James decided to say he couldn’t sleep, went for a walk and got lost. The only thing that might be tricky was explaining why he was wearing the wrong colour T-shirt.
James stepped into the corridor. A hand clamped his ankle. James shot about a metre in the air with fright.
‘Caught you in the girls’ changing room, pervert.’
James didn’t recognise the voice. Torch beams lit up his face. Amy and the girl who’d given him the love bite burst out laughing. They had changed out of party clothes into uniform.
‘Why are you hanging around the girls’ changing room, James?’ Amy asked.
James panicked. It was so embarrassing.
‘I couldn’t go back in the main building all muddy, so I came in here to clean up.’
‘We’re pulling your leg,’ Amy said. ‘I saw the light was on. We’ve been watching you for about five minutes. When I realised you didn’t make it back we came out looking.’
James smiled with relief. ‘I really thought you were going to tell everyone I was a pervert.’
‘We still might,’ the love bite girl giggled.
‘Next time you say only have one drink, Amy, I will. I swear.’
‘What makes you think I’ll invite you next time? I know a back way into the main building. Let’s not hang around here.’
‘You saved my life, Amy. Thanks.’
Amy laughed. ‘If you turned up drunk after half the school
James peered in the window. The lights were off. He tried the door, it wasn’t locked. James crept in. The heating was off but it was still warmer than outside. James rubbed his hands together to try and get some feeling back. He found a bank of switches and flipped on the light in the boys’ changing room. He left the others off. Any light shining through the frosted windows might have caught someone’s attention.
James looked at himself now he could see and was gutted. He’d put his best clothes on for the party. An almost new pair of Nike Air trainers and some Diesel jeans. The bottom of the jeans had mud soaked through them and the trainers were a wet mess, coated with mud. James knew the route back to his room from here, but there could be awkward questions if he got seen like this. He had to tidy himself up.
James kicked his trainers off to avoid marking the floor. He went into the boys’ changing room. Fear of getting caught had sobered him up a bit. The changing room was a mess. There was sweat in the air and quite a few bits of clothing tossed about. James found a grey CHERUB T-shirt scrunched up under a bench. It smelled nasty, but it was less suspicious than walking into the main building in a torn sweatshirt. James pulled it on. There were no clean tracksuit bottoms to replace the muddy jeans, so James pushed his jeans down his waist and turned the bottoms up so the muddiest area looked smaller. All he needed now was some trainers that wouldn’t spread mud everywhere. There were a few running spikes laying around, but they’d be no good indoors.
James stepped across the hallway into the girls’ changing room. He hadn’t been in here before, of course. The difference from the boys’ room was amazing. It smelled fresh. There was a counter stocked up with toiletries and perfumes. Best of all, there were two pairs of trainers on top of the lockers. One pair was James’ size but pink. The other pair was smaller, but James could easily hobble a couple of hundred metres through the main building in them. He squeezed them on.
He caught himself in the mirror and realised his face was filthy. He wished Kyle could see all the lipstick marks. James damped a towel, scrubbed his face and hands, gave the smelly T-shirt a blast with deodorant and gargled mouthwash to mask the smell of beer.
He did a final inspection: not bad. If anyone asked why he was out so late, James decided to say he couldn’t sleep, went for a walk and got lost. The only thing that might be tricky was explaining why he was wearing the wrong colour T-shirt.
James stepped into the corridor. A hand clamped his ankle. James shot about a metre in the air with fright.
‘Caught you in the girls’ changing room, pervert.’
James didn’t recognise the voice. Torch beams lit up his face. Amy and the girl who’d given him the love bite burst out laughing. They had changed out of party clothes into uniform.
‘Why are you hanging around the girls’ changing room, James?’ Amy asked.
James panicked. It was so embarrassing.
‘I couldn’t go back in the main building all muddy, so I came in here to clean up.’
‘We’re pulling your leg,’ Amy said. ‘I saw the light was on. We’ve been watching you for about five minutes. When I realised you didn’t make it back we came out looking.’
James smiled with relief. ‘I really thought you were going to tell everyone I was a pervert.’
‘We still might,’ the love bite girl giggled.
‘Next time you say only have one drink, Amy, I will. I swear.’
‘What makes you think I’ll invite you next time? I know a back way into the main building. Let’s not hang around here.’
‘You saved my life, Amy. Thanks.’
Amy laughed. ‘If you turned up drunk after half the school
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