Just to be safe, you go back for it. Tentatively reaching back into your locker, the strange resistance seemed to have gone. Grabbing hold of the bra you expect the same searing pain to come back, it did not. Instead, where the pain had been before it felt better than usual, like something warm was being pressed up against your chest from inside. But now was not the time to figure this out. Shoving it down into the bottom of your kitbag, you started running down the halls towards the gym. While running it was strange to feel the inside of your shirt rubbing against your chest, it was softer than touching it by hand, but by the time you reached the changing room it had become really irritating. For some reason, the closer you got to the gym, a mounting sense of dread had built up. Usually you loved sport but today the idea of playing football and getting all muddy and sweaty just put you down. Going to get ready, the other boys were looking at you strangely, as if they forgot who you were, if they had then they quickly remembered as one of them said "Hey, its not like you to be late, you're on Bazz's team by the way".
You let out a slight sigh and say to yourself "Urgh, not Tim Barret, what an idiot, was going to take him down...". Putting your hate of 'Bazz' aside, you put your bag down next to Robert's and start to get ready. While formulating a plan to how to still tackle Bazz and make it look like an accident, or even better HIS fault, Robert turned to you looking quite alarmed and said "Whoa dude, bad rash you've got going on there, you should go see someone about that"
"What!?"
"Look at your chest man!", looking down you could see that the whole surface of your chest had turned blochy red, getting redder towards your nipples. But everything felt fine if a little sensitive...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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