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"...Jees...Jess...Jessica," The blonde debutante finally admitted fuckgays after a long pause of trepidation fuckgays. "Hi Jessica...Im Darrell...Darrell Sweeney...Youll played fuckgays a great game tonight!" The towering black kid answered with a hint of sly shyness. "Don worry about a phone ...that one gets busted up every now and then when kids try to rob fuckgays it...it hasn worked all year...they even steal the out of order sign. Coach Evans has a phone though in his office...Im sure he wouldn hold a grudge against one of the Mercy cheerleaders...hell let fuckgays you use his," Darrell continued, smiling as he elicited Jessicas trust. The helpless blonde teenager was so thankful that this smiling black guy had just offered her the biggest break of the fuckgays night, Jessica instantly started walking towards fuckgays him to follow him towards the coachs office. As she followed about 5 feet behind Darrell, it suddenly fuckgays hit Jessica that he was leading her right into the boys locker room, literally into the teeth of every one of fuckgays her insecure nightmares that she had developed due fuckgays to her subtle racist upbringing. Jessica felt her feet turn to stone underneath her as she neared the dressing room door. Internally, a voice was screaming not to go in, but the rational and desperate parts of her psyche told her not to be stupid, thats where the coachs office would be and really, what other choice did she have. If she didn call anyone for help, the only other thing she could do was walk the 10 miles home through some of Clevelands most interesting neighborhoods. As if she was walking fuckgays through fuckgays some meaningful but invisible threshold, into uncharted waters, Jessica forcefully held her breath and her stomach knotted as she slipped inside.

The 10 or so young men that remained inside the locker room all turned instantly as the unreal sight of a pretty, preppy blonde girl walked into their den, each of them sensing her anxiety and discomfort when she jumped up on the toes of her designer tennis shoes when fuckgays the locker room door closed shut behind her. Jessica Jennings had always been raised fuckgays to be proud of who she was and she wore that confidence like an annoying badge fuckgays no matter what room she walked into. This however was a situation unlike anything else she had ever encountered. With her gaze locked on the cement floor below, Jessica focused on her new Nike tennis shoes as fuckgays they grazed to solid floor, her whole body vibrating with uneasiness. "...over here...the phones over here," Darrell said sweetly. Instinctively, Jessica looked up to see fuckgays where Darrell fuckgays was pointing fuckgays and in doing so saw that about 10 of the players, now fully dressed, were still inside the locker room brooding over the loss. With a great fuckgays deal of difficulty, Jessica pressed forward, pitter-patting fuckgays her feet anxiously towards fuckgays the small cubicle fuckgays where Franklins coach did his paperwork. Darrell fuckgays had already disappeared into the darkened room but as Jessica got within a step fuckgays of the door, the luminescent light suddenly flickered on. "Come on in," Jessica could hear Darrell tell her invitingly. Looking around pensively, trying not to lock her eyes with the fuckgays 10 or fuckgays so players left in the locker room, Jessica couldn find any adult supervision anywhere in sight. Disappearing inside the small cluttered office, the feeling of awkwardness only intensified as she found herself side by side in the same cramped room fuckgays with a hulking black basketball fuckgays player. "Theres the phone," Darrell pointed to the desk for the lovely fuckgays but weak-kneed blonde debutante. "Just dial fuckgays 9 to get an outside line." What Jessica hadn seen in fuckgays her preoccupation of noticing the other young men in the fuckgays room while Darrell was alone in the office briefly, was that he had skillfully reached around the coachs desk and pulled the adapter that connected fuckgays the phone line to the jack out. As fuckgays Jessica hesitantly walked towards Coach Evanss paper strewn desk and reached out to pick up the fuckgays receiver, Darrell turned towards the group of his friends looking on from the other side of the glass and cast them a fuckgays wry, confident smile.