Untitled(will have one tomorrow)

            I willed the wall to consume me, to hide me-- just for a moment. The laughter abruptly stopped. I could hear whispers, and footsteps coming towards me from inside the room. There was no one on my side. I dug my feet deeper into the wet grass, my butt inches off the ground, back glued to the faded wall. But no matter how hard I pressed into the cold brick, it remained, hard and unrelenting. The sun's rays beat down hard, as hard as my heart pounded: its blinding light preventing me from looking up.  Soft locks of platinum blonde hair crept out of the small 2x2 window above, tickling  my cheeks, my nose, my ears. Oh man, she must be leaning out the window. Don't look down, don't look down. Her hair teased me, tempting me to look up, laced with the fragrance of strawberries and a hint of lavender. The scent ignited my hormones, and my heart beat faster. My head was racing, sparked by the rush of doing something you know you're not supposed to, that flurry of clashing emotions: excitement, confusion, anxiety, shame. I waited for what felt like ages, my emotions tearing at me all the while. Should I look? The promised land is right there. No. I can't move. She'll notice for sure!  The tendrils of hair eventually retracted, and my heartbeat eased into a steady pace as I breathed a silent sigh of relief. Badump. Badump. Badump.

            Peeking's not all fun and games. It's absolutely nerve-racking. The worry that you might get caught is almost as bad as getting caught. When you decide to peek, you're going balls to the wall, shame be damned. No doubt about it. Once you've decided to go through with it, you'll see it through to the end, whether that be the glorious ending or the not so glorious one. The outcome is dependent on your conviction, how badly you want to see heaven on earth, the garden of Eden, the changing room of the gods. Oh, and there's a bit of luck involved for sure. One stray sneeze, one pass of the gas, and it's all over. I'm a regular Indiana Jones. Actually, no,  he's got nothing on me. Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade? Yeah, if I get caught, it'll definitely be my last "crusade". Who knows what'll happen to me if I get caught? Suspension? Definitely. Expulsion? Maybe. But that's just the half of it. If I'm found out, my chances at getting a girlfriend in high school are gone, kaput, down the proverbial drain. Given all these dangers, you might think I'm some super pervert, or even crazy. Perverted, yes. Crazy, no. Every guy wants what I want, I'm just the only one daring enough, brave enough to explore the wonderful mystery that is the girl's locker room.

            "Safe," I whispered to myself. "Safe from what?" asked a voice, bright and cheerful. A petite young girl was staring at me, her face inches away from mine, head slightly tilted, deep chestnut hair flung to one side. I stared right back. Stitched with precision, the careful intertwining of the golden threads on her uniform read "Grace." She was beautiful. She also happened to go to my school. Oh man. Her mouth started to move but I wasn't paying attention. Oh man oh man oh man, I'm so fuc--she laughed. "You're really funny. You peep at girls, but when one tries to talk to you, you clam up!"  I opened my mouth to speak, but my rampaging thoughts formed little more than pathetic gasps of horror. Another giggle. Cheeks flushing a shocking pink, I turned away. But she's still there, staring right at me. Her smile's gone now. Big trouble. She opens her mouth again and I cringe, expecting a cuss or an insult. Instead, she says, "Hey, do you think I could help you, you know...peep?" Confused, I raise an eyebrow. Now she's the one blushing. I stare blankly at her, thoroughly confused. She continued, "Don't look at me like that! Don't look at me like I'm some... pervert." She shuddered at the word. My lips twitched and slowly spread into a grin. I tried to muffle my laughter with my hand, but couldn't contain it. It escaped through the breaks in between my fingers, forming a high-pitched whistle. "Look, if you're going to laugh at me like tha--" I apologized profusely, still chuckling to myself. "Sorry, uhh'-- I looked at her uniform again-- 'Grace." I offered my hand to her, grinning. She shook it, adding, "Hey, if you peep at me, I'll kill you. I swear I will." Damn.