This is part of a series that is interconnected, but can be read out of order.
Disclaimer: Everyone in this story is over the age of 18, and no sexual relationships or happenings occurred before any of the characters were 18 years old.
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Harrison sat in the back of his French 4 class staring at the clock. Only five minutes left until freedom. He had finished the book they had been reading in class weeks ago, so listening to the other students fumble their way through the chapters was horribly boring.
Harrison was a straight A student that had no trouble with any of his subjects, and French was no different. Luckily Ms. Logan knew he didn't need any help, so she left him alone for the most part. French was the last class of the day, so Harrison used it to finish all of his homework for his other classes. That way he would have all afternoon and evening to watch movies and play video games.
The scrawny eighteen year old was the last person you would think of when you thought of the word athlete. He was clumsy as all hell, and had the eye hand coordination of a baby giraffe. Luckily, FUCPS (Franklin Umbridge College Preparatory School) or as the student's called it Fuck Puss, didn't have a clique problem like most of the stereotypical high schools in movies, so Harrison was never bullied for his size. It definitely didn't help with the ladies however.
Girls had never noticed him. There had always been an abnormally large number of big handsome guys in his year at FUCPS, so there was more than enough eye candy for the girls to go around. No need to waste time on the little guy that didn't talk much and didn't participate in extracurriculars.
He had his small group of friends, and they stuck together. Wesley and his sister Olivia, Keith, and Matt. That was more than enough for Harrison's daily life, but he definitely felt like his love life was lacking. He had only ever kissed one girl, and that was Olivia on a dare before they even knew what hormones were.
By his senior year, Harrison hadn't taken a single PE credit. He had worked out a deal with his guidance counselor early on that if he became the equipment manager of the girls soccer team, he wouldn't have to worry about it. Harrison had hoped that might change his luck with the ladies, but it turned out he would essentially be a glorified janitor.
His role was to go to the laundry room after school, pick up the basket of the team's clean towels, jerseys, and shorts, and put that basket in the girls locker room. Then after practice, when the girls were done showering and changing, he would go in and move the basket of now dirty towels, jerseys, and shorts back to the laundry room. The actual staff would take it from there to clean the clothes.
Harrison's guidance counselor had made sure to emphasize the fact that he was not allowed in the locker room when there was anyone else in it, and he wasn't to touch the clothes at all, just the basket. He wasn't a creep so neither of those rules mattered to him, but it did mean he hadn't had an actual interaction with a soccer girl in the 3 years he had this job.
The bell rang and Harrison was out the door. He headed straight to the laundry room and picked up the kits. Just to drop them off now and head to the cafeteria to watch some Netflix or something on his phone. Harrison had loved movies since he was a kid, and waiting for the practice to end had been a great way for him to get some uninterrupted screen time.
It was a short walk from the laundry to the locker room and Harrison dropped off the basket just 10 minutes after the final bell, which rang at 3PM. Sports started at 3:30, so there were still 10 minutes before anyone started showing up. The locker room was pretty embarrassing for the size of the school. All of the athletic budget had obviously gone to the guys football team, because the girls locker room was a quarter of the size in comparison.
When you walk through the doors from the hallway, it opens up into a square. On all four walls there are a number of lockers with benches to sit on or put your bags on while getting dressed. Across the room from the entrance is an opening to the showers. Another square room with shower heads on all of the walls. And that's it. Pretty small, pretty open concept.
Harrison left the basket in the middle of the room and headed out the door. The halls were empty except for one student.
"Horny Harry!! What's up my man!"
Harrison groaned. There wasn't a bullying problem at the school, but that doesn't mean there weren't douchebags. Chase was one of those douchebags. He had zero redeemable qualities, and zero friends as far as Harrison was aware. Because of the school culture, he would never pick on Harrison with anyone around, but in an empty hallway like this there was no telling.
"Fuck off Chase, don't call me that." Harrison shot back.
Chase had made up that nickname Freshman year when Harrison got a random boner in Chemistry class. It was a classic puberty boner that showed up out of nowhere, and nobody remembered it 30 minutes later. Nobody but Chase.
Chase started calling Harrison Horny Harry after that. It didn't catch on, but Chase never let up.
"You snooping in the girls locker room Horny Harry? Trying to get a peek at some tits and ass. Have a little wank hiding in a locker? You fucking creep!" Chase laughed. He had a smile on his face, but his eyes were cold.
"I'm just the equipment manager. I'm not doing anything." Harrison tried to get around him, but Chase stepped in front of him, blocking his way.
"Equipment manager eh? So you get to handle all the chicks's panties and bras and shit? That's fucked up Horny Harry. I bet you pocket a couple and smell them while jerking off later you sick fuck. Though I wouldn't mind taking a whiff of Jennifer's pussy juice eh?" Chase winked sinisterly.
"That's gross dude." Harrison muttered trying to get around.
"Are you calling me gross? Horny Harry calling me gross? That's a fucking joke." Chase's smile had dropped and he had a wicked look in his eye. He put an arm on Harrison and pushed him towards the locker room.
Chase was a big guy. He had played Offensive Line freshman year on the football team before being kicked off for talking back to the coach. So a push from him sent Harrison falling backwards. Chase then picked him up and pushed him through the doors to the locker room.
"Huh, I've never been in here before. Pretty shitty compared to ours." Chase still talked as if he was on the football team even though it had been three and a half years since he had played.
"So where do you hide when you're wacking off to the girls Horny Harry? Do you hide in their clothes?" Chase pushed Harrison towards the basket of clean laundry. Harrison tried to catch himself on the edge, but the basket just tipped over, sending Harrison to the floor and emptying the clothes on top of him.
Chase laughed as Harrison tried to stand. Before he could, Chase grabbed him by the collar and yanked him up.
