Stupid test. That's it, I'm going back to my dorm and...why is everyone staring at me? thought Leslie walking further into the locker room. He was walking to where he thought his locker was, but things were different. The layout, the smell, the texture on his feet....I'm in the men's locker room. No wonder everyone is staring. They think a girl came in. Without a word, Leslie turned around to leave
"Hey girl, are you from space? Because your ass is out of this world!" shouted one guy
"Are you butt-dialing me? Because I swear that ass is calling me, shouted anther one a moment later.
"Your ass looks tight- want me to loosen it up?" called out a third amongst laughter. Leslie picked up the pace but then a fourth called out, "Is your dad a terrorist? Cause that ass is the bomb!" Leslie stopped and walked to the source of the 4th one and stuck a finger in his face, "Look, you small-dicked turds, I was deployed to places with actual terrorists to neutralize them. And the thanks I get is a room full of morons making comments about my ass? I fought, and some of my friends died, so you could do what you wantever you want today in a world that is a little safer. Grow up, grow a pair and use the gift you were given in a better way. Do better!" Leslie stomped out of the boys locker room and went back to the women's, going straight to his locker. He took off the one-piece and dried off. He threw on his outfit, as Lila came back to her locker.
"Hey girl, you ok? You look a little upset."
"Just realizing that guys in college are still immature, that's all," replied Leslie putting on his Tifa T-shirt.
"Les, are you not going to shower? Your hair is going to be a mess later, not to mention smell weird," offerred Staci.
"It's Leslie. Only my sister can call me Les," answered Leslie as he put his sweatpants back on and grabbed his back. He took out his phone and saw a bunch of texts from his sister:
"Les, you were supposed to call me this morning, what happened?"
"Do you have that Medallion?"
"The Medallion may be magic."
"Call me after 3, when I'm done with school. It's really important"
The medallion may be magic? So maybe that is what caused this. I need to go back to the dumpster!
"But we are your sisters now, Les," said Lila. Leslie glared at Lila, who faltered for just a second before continuing, "and we are going to the mall to get you a few things. Your clothes don't fit you at all."
"It'll be fun, promise," added Tammi.
"Please?" asked Staci. Leslie looked at them, and felt they really wanted to help a new friend out, but he had to get back.
"Listen, ladies. You are all kind to offer, but I really need to take care of a few things. Just give me your numbers and we will figure something out later, OK?" asked Leslie
The other 3 nodded their heads and numbers were exchanged. Before Leslie got out of the locker room, there was a group text with the other three expressing their excitement to hang out again. Leslie smiled just a little on his way out of the gym. He jogged back to this apartment, regretting it by the time he got back as he was rubbing his neck. He dropped off his back in this apartment, grabbed his headlight even though it was afternoon and went to the dumpster.
