The girls went to the locker room and changed backinto their clothes. They were all nervous about showering together sosoon as since they were all re...lly male they knew they would find it hardnot to get ideas about the other girls on the squad. While there weregay students at the school, many of them were trying new identities thatwere somewhat tomboyish such as softball or the girl's basketball team.The girls were also somewhat uncomfortable changing around each other,although by the end of. ’ Friend? Oeww ‘Well, but it isn’t an excuse, and, umm, my name’s Rye actually, yer. Sorry again, but, ah, can I go to class now?’ I mumble. ‘Sure Ryan, just remember to report to B2 for detention. After all that’s the third time this week.’ I would just love to wipe that sickly sweet smile off her face. ‘It’s Rye,’ I whisper as I walk back through the office room doors and into yet another day of hell. Well, this is my life. It’s the same every single day. I get up, get dressed, go to. Guess we’ll get into one that has room available.” I explained.I did notice a couple of things as everyone piled into one of the limos. First thing I noticed was the two boys were now walking hand in hand. Second, Marcus had his arm around Ronda. Third, Roger and Donna were holding hands and kissing every so often, much like a boyfriend/girlfriend. John, the guy I liked from Diane’s crew had his arms around Diane and Paula. He reminded me of ‘Collin, God of Sex’ from “Love Actually” complete. In the darkness of the car I could make out Helen, but really couldn't tell much. So I relied on my memories from the airport. She certainly didn't look like a warrior, not that she appeared particularly soft. Her body was indeed soft, but there was something in her eyes. It along with her soft body told me she might kill me, but she wouldn't chase me through the wood to do it. "What happened to your hand," she asked while I was still musing.'Splinters," I said."Shrapnel damage can be.