The shower I just took was the fastest in my entire life. If anyone noticed how rushed I was, no one mentioned it, which gives me an advantage since I didn’t have to waste time explaining myself, not even to Nate and Steve, who are still under the water. I cover my body with the change of clothes I had already prepared, putting my dirty uniform inside my canvas bag.
I take my phone, and I’m about to leave, when something at the bottom of my locker draws my interest. I’m curious about what the object that reflects the dim light from the dressing room might be, and I’m speechless when I discover that it’s James’ glasses... or what’s left of them.
Damn, now the anxiety of finding out what happened is pricking my side like a double-bladed knife. I use one of my shirts to wrap the two broken
