Page 28 of The Devils They Are

While standing around waiting for the rest of the class, the usual taunts and catcalls started. But my focus was elsewhere, waiting for it.

"Nice ass, Spencer," Rylan calls out with a laugh.

Next to me, Sophia shakes her head. "Ignore him."

"I am," I reply.

When Coach Carter splits us into groups, I'm happy to be placed with Sophia. The two of us jog at a glacial pace, glaring at the cheerleaders as we pass their practice spot.

The comments don't get any better—from the men or the women—which just solidifies my motivation.

At the end of class, I pause on the track, watching as the men head into the locker room. Rylan shoots me a wink before disappearing out of sight, and this time, I'm ready to go for the kill.

"Soph, could you do me a favor?"

"Sure!" she answers happily somehow, breathing heavily through dry-retching sounds.

I cross my arms as my voice drops low. "Don't let anyone in, okay?"

Sophia gives me a look of pure confusion, but I don't elaborate, merely smiling before I stalk straight into the male locker room.

The layout is nearly identical to ours, and it takes about three seconds for the men to react when they spot me.

"Girl!" one yells, apparently forgetting he co-exists with them every day.

"Out!" I shout back, glaring at all of them.

They share a look between them as if to ask if I'm being deadly serious. I pick up an abandoned towel—because men are messy as fuck—and whip one of them in the ass. "Now!"

I like to think it's the look on my face that persuades them to listen. One by one, they grab their stuff, exiting to the field.

When they are all gone, my eyes fall on the closed door of the shower stall, stepping forward. The water is running, the sound of someone moving around inside the cubicle.

I walk over to his locker, which, of course, has his own name personalized on it, and start going through his things.

Completing phase one of my plan, I decide against stealing his cell. I have no desire for his number, but something else grabs my attention. Slipping the little black card into my bra, I walk over and slam my hand on the cubicle door.

"Yo, what?" Rylan snaps back. "I'm showering."

"You need it," I say back, holding in a laugh. I can picture him tensing up in surprise, the shower quickly turning off.

"What the hell are you doing in here, Spencer?" he growls.

Snorting, I turn away and start heading back to the entrance without a word.

When I emerge through the doors, I'm not surprised to find the group of guys still waiting, some only in towels and staring daggers at me—likely pissed at themselves for listening to my demand.

Sophia gives me a bewildered look, before bursting out into a fit of laughter. "Fuck. Fuck! I'm dying."

"Do you have your cell?" I ask her. She nods, handing it to me and I flick up the camera app.

There's a string of loud, booming curses from inside the locker room, and less than two minutes later, a steaming Rylan storms out.

In my booty shorts.

"Nice ass, Astor!" I mock, snapping a picture.

He glares at me, the tiny material stretching to unimaginable lengths, looking more like swim briefs than shorts. His eyes rake down my body, landing onhisshorts that I'm currently wearing.

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