The locker room is empty when I walk in after gym.
It’s never empty.
My calves are burning from the drills Coach ran us through and I don’t think about it, just grateful for the quiet. I shower fast, wrap myself in my towel, and go back to my locker.
*Where the f**k are my clothes.*
I check the bench. The floor. The shelf again. My phone is there. My shoes are there. The lock is cut clean at the hinge and everything else is gone and I stand there with my wet hair dripping on the tile and my brain just stops.
Then I hear the click.
I turn around slowly. The bathroom door at the back is closed and there is a locker wedged hard under the handle and I was just in there two minutes ago and the shower was running and I didn’t hear a thing and someone was in here the whole time.
I try the
