{Cameron}
I opened the door to the locker room, and checked to make sure no one was inside. Once I was sure the room had been cleared, I opened the door to Mr. Frader's office, and closed it behind me quietly.
I wrinkled my nose at the smell of the room. God, the locker room stunk itself, but this was a whole new level of smell. It smelt so bad that I was getting light headed... Why did it smell bad?
Maybe the giant pile of socks... But it's most likely the underwear littered everywhere. The very dirty underwear... Like shit stained underwear...
I wondered why I never noticed it before, but I didn't have time for that. I needed to find the phone, I can worry about the boxers later.
I scanned the room, and headed for the desk drawers, which seemed like the most likely option. I dug through the drawers, only to find very... very old milk, and even older bread. Why did I think it was that obvious? I had no clue, but of course it wasn't.
The next place I searched was the people where queer people like me go... The closet... Yes, I just made the most overused gay joke ever. This bisexual has to do something a little gay now and then, okay?
Of course, there had to be something absolutely disgusting in there. This time, it was a bag of crickets, and moldy cheese. Great. Luckily, there was a place that probably had the phone. On the bad side, it was locked. On another good note, the key for it was hanging on the back of the door in plain sight.
And thank the lord, the phone was in there... with a couple spiders... Which may have made me scream a little... and I may have almost got caught, oops...
I slid the phone into my pocket, and went over to my locker, pretending to take out my old stuff until everyone arrived to change. While I continued to "clean out my stuff", I took photos of the other guys half dressed.
I felt really perverted and gross doing this, but I knew it was for the betterment of the students.
I stopped taking photos when I noticed Tyler looking around cautiously. I put the phone away in my bag, and continued to watch him. He waited for the room to clear out, before shrinking down below the lockers, facing the wall, and changing. He took his leg out of one pant leg, and put it in his other pair. It looked as if he was trying to keep everyone from getting the smallest glimpse of his body. Heck, he put his new shirt on over his old shirt, then pulled the old one out.
I didn't have much time to dwell on it, when I realized I should probably get back to the closet before Mr. Frader notices that his phone is missing.
I ran as fast as I possibly could to the closet, and knocked on the door quietly, "Did you get the pictures?"
"Yep!'
"You sound scarily enthused about that... Slide it under the door." I did as they had asked,
"Great, thanks Cameron."
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