Chapter 9: Secrets
Jules' pov
As I stood in front of the changing room, I let out a deep breath and patted myself over the back, reassuring myself that everything was okay and that nothing was gonna go wrong. But, even though I was the one doing the reassuring, I didn't believe that nothing was gonna go wrong. Something is certainly gonna go wrong, this is like a disaster waiting to happen.
Taylor didn't notice any of my troubles, he was bouncing on his feet beside me before swiping his ID card over the scanner in order to open the door.
Once the door opened, I sucked in a deep breath as we both stepped into the changing room, and it slid shut behind us almost immediately, causing me to jolt a little before my gaze settled in one what was currently unfolding in front of us right now.
Students were running around and chattering amongst themselves, some were downright screaming as they chased each other, while some of them were huddled together, clearly gossiping. A bunch of people were exchanging punches, and some were changing right in the open, instead of going into one of the hundreds of stalls in here to change in privacy.
Watching everything unfold in front of me right now made me feel lightheaded and once again, I wished there was a way I could disappear from here right now.
Back at home, the students were always well behaved and in order. To think that thr students here are currently acting like low life barbarians made my head start to ache as Taylor and I began to make our way through the middle of the crowd. I held my swimming gear which I had received at the office Taylor and I had stopped at before we arrived on this floor where most of the school's sports took place on.
I kept my head down as we inched forward, not wanting to catch the attention of anyone here who'd think it was fun to bully me unnecessarily right now. A few people bumped into us as we inched forward but I ignored those hits and held my breath, silently praying that no one get to notice me right now.
Before Taylor and I got to the end of the line, someone suddenly spoke up, making me freeze up at once.
"What's that smell?"
Panic flooded my stomach and I almost losed my footing, because, should most of these people here get to start talking about my scent once again, should they decide to dig deep, they might end up blowing my cover and that's something I'd rather avoid for now at least.