Bright casually walked down the empty hallway of Peak County High. So he ditched second through fourth periods. Big deal. The lunch bell rang signaling the beginning of lunch. For him, it meant time to take his shower, since he actually attended fourth period.
The locker room was full of steam from the showers. Bright waited on a bench between the locker. He preferred showering alone. The tall teenager scratched the bottom of his foot as he slipped off his shoes and socks. The metallic clang of a body hitting a locker caught his attention. Bright whipped his head up in time to see Gabe shove little Ephram Brown into the locker again. Ephram locked eyes with him, almost pleading. Then they shut as Gabe raised a clenched fist.
Bright soon realized that he was between Ephram and Gabe, acting as a barrier. "Stop it, Gabe," he growled. He really didn't appreciate people beating up on the defenseless. It just rubbed him the wrong way.
"Aw. Are you little Ephram's protector now?" The jock taunted. They used to be friends. But then stuff got weird with him and just about everybody else because of him losing losing hope for Colin and starting to talk to the pale, New York anime geek.
Bright felt his jaw clench. He looked around. No one else seemed to be in the locker room. Just the three of them. He smirked.
"AAH!" Gabe cried out when Bright quickly restrained his arms behind him. He was a little bit stronger than him.
"Go, Ephram, go!" Bright urged.
Ephram looked lost for a moment before sending a small fist into Gabe's stomach. The jock wheezed, then screamed as a foot connected with his groin. Bright let him drop to the floor.
"You bastards!" Gabe yelled at the top of his lungs and scrambled out of the locker room.
Ephram giggled and Bright smirked. That giggle turned into full-blown laughter within a matter of seconds. Bright soon found himself with an armful of Ephram. The smaller boy laughed into his broad chest, burying his face into it. Bright blinked owlishly. Another realization hit and it hit him like a mack truck going downhill at a thousand miles per hour.
Ephram Brown. Little slippery wet Ephram Brown, wearing only a low-riding towel, was pressed tightly against him.
Where the hell did this come from? Bright wondered. He dropped his hands to his side and willed his teenage hormones back in check.
"I'm sorry," the younger boy muttered and pulled away, much to the relief and disappointment of Bright.
Ephram let out the last couple of giggles and stood up straight. It surprised Bright to find out that Ephram wasn't as short as he thought. Ephram was always hunched over with a weary disposition. It made him look like a wild rabbit or squirrel, some kind of small furry woodland creature, ready to bolt at the first sign of danger.
Bright scratched the back of his neck where Ephram had wrapped his arms. "It's ok. Just.. Just don't expect me to do it every time," he shrugged.
Ephram nodded obediently. "I'm just happy I got to give Gabe a little of his own medicine, ya kno- OH SHIT!" The dangerously low-riding towel dropped to a puddle at his feet. He quickly scrambled to cover himself with his hands. He then stooped to pick up his defiant towel. "You didn't see anything, right?"
Bright slowly shook his head, his expression blank. He lied. He saw everything... And now had every pornographic like locker scene running through his head. He was seriously not thinking about throwing Ephram against the locker room and having his way with him.
He scratched the inside of his arm. No, of course not.