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it.  For several long minutes he just stood there under the spray, letting the steam that engulfed the stall relax his tight muscles.
    But yet again, his thoughts flitted to the new chick and he couldn't help but remember how hot she was. Her hair was raven black and the waves landed just below her shoulders, begging for him to run his fingers through it.  And then there were her eyes.  Her dark mocha eyes had one of the deepest hues of brown that he had ever seen.  They were richer than the thickened molasses and Justin could easily see himself getting lost for days in those beautiful bedroom eyes. Then there was her smile, it was...
    "What the-" Justin screamed aloud when from up above, a torrential downpour of ice cold water was ceremoniously dropped on his head.  Looking up, he narrowed his eyes on the new chick that he had just been daydreaming of, standing over the shower stall and smiling down at him.  He did the best he could to cover himself and scowled at her.
    "Oh, y ou are so going to pay for that! " he spat out bitterly.
    She shook her head back and forth and in her fits of giggles sweetly told him, "I don't think so."  She then ducked her head and Justin heard her yell out to someone else, "Grab them and go! "  As she was supposedly leaving , all he heard were more giggles and eventually retreating footsteps.
    Grab them and go.   What could she possibly mean by that? He wondered and it only took about half of a second for it to hit him. 
    "Oh, hell no," he muttered, wrenching the shower curtain open and looking at the empty space where his towel once hung.  Seeing nothing there, he glanced towards the counter and noticed that his clean clothes were missing too. 
    "Mother fu-" Justin started and darted off out of the shower before he could finish the statement, dripping water everywhere and all to go after this chick who had stepped way over the line this time.  He crashed through the locker room door, breathing heavily and came to a grinding halt in the hallway where the new girl stood just a few feet away holding both his clothes and towel in her hands. 
    "Give. It. Back!" He demanded between gritted teeth, while cupping himself and shivering to beat the band. 
    The girl just gave him that same sugary sweet smile and stepped to the side, "Smile player, you’re on candid camera."  
    Another girl, one that he had seen several times in the halls, stepped forward holding up her phone and snapped a picture before he could move or even turn his head away from the flash.
    "This is going to be perfect," she spoke again and then dropped his clothes in a heap to the floor, "Point one for Chloe," she added and then wiggled her fingers at him before adding, "Ta ta for now my friend.  Until we meet again." 
    Justin dumbly watched her and the other girl leave before running forward and grabbing his clothes off of the floor.  He tried to vaguely remember who the other girl was but for the life of him, no name came to mind.  Probably because , at the current moment , he was beyond incensed.  Actually he was more than incensed, he was down right pissed off.
    So, Chloe was her name and this is how she wants to play it, he silently pondered while pulling on his pants.  He had to give her some credit though.  For a chick, she has some monster-sized co jones , but this wasn't the end of it.  Not by a long shot.  Nobody messes with Justin Pinnix and gets away with it.  Not even a chick with a body that most guys would die to touch and a face that looked almost as good as his own.  The key word in that phrase being almost. 
    Justin pulled his shirt over his head, and continued to seethe over what had just happened.  His seething was fast becoming a regular occurrence. 
    She wants to play it like this , he said to himself. 
    Then fine, he'll play it her way.  He would even go as far as to tell her to bring it baby , because the game is now most definitely on.

 
    Chapter 3
     
     
    "That was epic,”