Chapter 13: I Wanted Her to Notice Me, But Not Like This
"I’ll be right back," I told them, then quietly stood and made my way toward the restroom.
I went straight to the locker with my number on it, pulled out a towel, and headed for the bathroom. I needed a shower, badly. The sweat from that nightmare had me feeling sticky and restless. Maybe washing it all off would help clear my head.
I stepped into the stall, turned the water on, and let it run down my body. For a second, everything felt quiet again. I turned the water off for a moment to lather up some soap, eyes half-closed, trying to relax.
Then the door creaked open.
"What the—" I looked up.
"Holy shit," someone gasped.
I blinked hard, water still dripping down my face. It was Zaara...standing right there in the doorway. Her eyes dropped before she even realized.
"I’m so sorry!" she said quickly, still frozen in place for a second too long.
She looked again. Still staring.
"Zaara!" I called out, but she finally snapped out of it and slammed the door shut.
I just stood there, dripping, naked, stunned.