Passing the bathroom, she remembered her underwear that were hanging on the shower bar and quickly yanked them off. Looking past the garments, she not...ced a stream of sticky stuff on the window pane, but didn't think much of it. Once in her room, she stripped off her clothes entirely, including her socks. She walked over to the full length mirror on the back of the door and inspected her 14-year-old body. She was beginning to get a shape with her cute. Soon Colin joined her in ecstasy, letting out a shout that seemed to echo off the walls in the small bathroom. Colin leaned against the wall and held Cass up against his chest. She had the feeling that if he let her go she would slump to the ground she was so spent. The stood like that for a while, and when they caught their breath Colin washed them both up quickly. When the water was turned off he stepped onto the floor mat outside of the shower and picked up a large towel. He helped her out. "Freddie told me about Robbie having Trina's phone. I-" I don't care…" Jade said quietly shaking her head, clearly fighting back tears just as much as a tantrum. "I don't care how long we've been friends, or how close he and Freddie might have been. I want them to catch him, flay him alive, and then I want to burn every inch of him before he dies." Whoa… Jade… that's… that's probably a little-" Did he kill your parents, Shay?" Jade nearly shouted through gritted teeth, a fire in her eyes once. One afternoon, when walking toward the locker room after P.E. I found myself surrounded by The Dip Shit Crew (my nickname for them) and that familiar feeling of dread appeared in my gut. They started with the usual names and insults but this time they took it a step further and actually started shoving me around. They were pushing me and calling me faggot and little queer and I panicked. I thought maybe one of them saw me gazing at Christian too long and now it would be the end for me. I was.