Chapter Eleven— Close escape
Summer's POV
I watched Phoebe slip into the girls’ locker room after practice like the pathetic little mouse she was.
My blood boiled just looking at her. First she had the audacity to ride on Seth’s bike this morning, and now she thought she could just exist in the same space as us?
I waited until I heard the shower running before I quietly pushed the door open. The sound of water covered my movements perfectly.
Her uniform was folded neatly on the bench, shoes placed underneath like she was some delicate princess, disgusting.
I moved fast. I grabbed her blouse, skirt, underwear—everything and stuffed it all into my sports bag, my hands shaking with excitement.
A wicked smile spread across my face as I imagined her face when she stepped out.
“Let’s
