Chapter 11
At lunch, the 5 of them went up to the dormitory to try on their clothes.
Jeremy was staring at the garments in horror.
"What…the…hell…is…this?" he said slowly. Then he looked up just in time to see JT come out, posing in his clothes and announcing to the general universe, "I AM SUCH A SEXY BEAST!"
Jeremy leapt up in surprise, stepped backward, fell over the top of the couch, and landed right on top of Haylie, who was reading a book. "WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!" They said in unison. Lexie looked down at Jeremy, whose head was in her lap.
"Ah, trading places, now, are we?"
Jeremy's cheeks did a perfect impression of a tomato in color. Chris came in the door just as Jeremy stood up. He bumped into Jeremy, turned around, caught sight of JT, gave a startled yelp, then tripped over Jeremy's foot and went sprawling onto the couch. Suddenly there was a muffled yell from beneath him.
"Choking! Not breathing!" managed Lexie, sounding somewhat smothered. She tried to wiggle out from under him as he lifted his shoulder to help her. This did not have quite the effect they had intended. Their combined efforts somehow flipped him over on top of her instead. Jeremy did a wolf whistle, and JT catcalled. At that moment, Carrie-Ann walked in. She stared for a couple seconds, first at JT, who grinned at her, to Jeremy who waved, Haylie, who simply raised an eyebrow, and finally to Chris and Lexie sandwiched awkwardly on the couch. Carrie-Ann squealed and flounced out of the room, her pigtails bouncing angrily behind her.
(They really need to get a room,) Haylie said to JT and he cracked up. Aloud she said, "You guys are hogging the couch. Either scoot over or get a room." Lexie succeeded in pushing him off almost immediately and he landed on the floor in front of the couch with a thump.
As they all walked up the stairs to change, JT said, (Lucky piece of shit! I wanted to sit on her lap!) Jeremy chuckled and started making subtle purring noises at Chris, who was walking beside them. He got shoved into the wall for his troubles.
(You stud, Chris!) Said JT, jumping back to avoid injury.