The one who throws rocks.

[Lister D. Reynolds]

People are jerks. This is a hard fact and one LDR learned a long time ago. What was happening only reaffirmed this fact. A pair of jerks with only the required number brain cells to open doors and write their names had stolen his glasses, rendering him completely blind. They compensated for their lack of brain cells by being complete assholes who abused their powers against people like LDR.

Anyway, they had his glasses and were tauntingly luring him towards the girls' locker rooms, a fact LDR was soon to find out. "Come on four eyes, don't you want your glasses back" The pair were considerably taller than LDR, forcing him to jump up in order to get near his glasses "J-J-J-Just g-g-g-g-g-give th-th-them b-b-b-back!" The two giggled to themselves as LDR stuttered "Wh-WH-WH-WHat W-W-W-Was ThThThTHat St-St-St-Stutter Boy? You need to speak clearer, otherwise we can't hear you!".

One of the Neanderthals looked at their watch (Were they even able to tell the time?) and tapped the other on the shoulder "We better finish this up before Mr. Allans bites our heads off again" The other sighed and chucked LDR's glasses into the locker room pushing LDR with them.

LDR blundered about on the floor, trying to find his glasses, as he heard the door behind him lock shut and the laughter of the two jerks. After a few worried moments thinking they had broken his glasses, he slipped them on and saw a pair of very dirty feet standing in front of him. Demi Smith

[Demi Smith]

Demi had been coming in from another outdoor training session. Considering the hours she put into it, she was definitely improving, and she could tell. Her skills had been pretty impressive even before she'd gotten here, and now she was fairly certain she could kick major butt. Just give her a reason and she'd be out there laying into people.

And someone apparently dropped a reason right onto her lap.

Demi looked down at the guy scrambling around on the floor. "Uh, what are you doing here?" she demanded. It didn't take her long to realize that the guy was clearly looking for something, and it didn't take her much longer to figure out that it was his glasses. Demi sighed, tilting her head to the ceiling. Really? Who put in the effort to sneak into a lockerroom and then lost their glasses? It was like one of those stupid shows where everyone was a picture or whatever.

"To your left," she instructed, her voice already taking on a frustration, put-upon tone that she was all too familiar with.

[Lister D. Reynolds]

Another fact about the universe, it hates Lister D. Reynolds and enjoys nothing else but to fuck with him. Evidence of this fact was provided by the intrusion of the, very dirty and very scary, girl who was now standing in front of him. One more tidbit, Lister D. Reynolds can go from calm to full-blown meltdown in under 5 seconds.

Face turning red he picked up his glasses and looked up at the girl "Uhh...I-I-I...uhmmm" Standing up, in rather clumsy and uncoordinated way, he gave a small wave before turning around and tried to open the door, to no avail. Spinning back around he pulled his fingers through his hair "Uh...T-T-T-Two j-j-j-jerks l-l-locked me in here." Placing his hands by his side he held on across, in order to make himself appear smaller and less of a target that said 'Please hit me'

The sound of footsteps and girls laughing could be heard as the neared the entrance, causing LDR to panic. "I-I-I sw-sw-swear I'm n-not a p-p-pervert, b-b-but I'm g-g-g-going to n-n-need a bit of help here." He re-adjusted his glasses and saw the girl clearly, no way in a hundred years was she going to help him. LDR looked down at his shoes, avoiding having to make eye contact.

[Demi Smith]

Great, he was stuttering too. What was it about Demi that made people, especially guys around her own age, start stuttering? It had happened with Andrew all the time too. Demi rolled her eyes as the guy managed to at least get to his feet. Well, he could handle that much. Good for him. Now he seemed to not know how a door works.

"It's not that---" Demi began, only to stop as the guy kept going. Someone had locked him in here? Demi was so tempted to just leave him to his own devices. "That's what you get for being weak and pathetic," she said. She heard the laughter and she looked over her shoulder too. There were a few other girls here, and from the sounds of it, they were the kind that Demi would rather punch in the face.

The guy was stuttering and talking about how he needed help and Demi looked back at him. "Yeah, you probably do," she said, before folding her arms over her chest and leaning against the latest locker. Wasn't like she saw any reason to stick her neck out and help him, after all.

[Lister D. Reynolds]

Yeah, she was not going to help. To make matters worse more girls were coming in, although they were avoiding coming near dirt-girl. A fresh wash of fear came over him as the girl leaned against the locker, how the hell was he going to get out of this one? LDR was considering just bolting it out the other side when an idea popped into his head.

"O-O-Okay, how a-about you h-h-help me hide and I-I-I-I owe you a f-f-f-favor? A f-f-favor for anything, I-I-I know I d-d-don't look it b-b-but I c-can be helpful." It was a good enough offer, right? I mean who doesn't want a favor from a speedster? He was still avoiding her gaze by looking around for any obvious escape routes

[Demi Smith]

Help for a favor? Demi looked at the guy, wondering what he could possibly do to help her. He just looked so weak and pathetic and... and the last guy who'd looked and acted like that had been really good at figuring out the whole school thing, that thing which Demi barely understood. There had been some tutoring, and tutoring was definitely something that Demi could use. Even better: maybe she could actually convince this guy to do some essays for her or something.

"Yeah, sure, whatever," she said, adding a sigh. "one favor," she held up a finger, then reached out to grab him. Demi knew there were some little nooks and crannies, and she was willing to bet that this guy could fit into a locker. The main door was out, but there were still places. "Bathroom," she said, quickly marching him there. "And keep your head down. You'll probably look enough like a girl if people aren't paying attention."

And they just had to get him into a bathroom stall for a while. Demi had hid out in them before, mostly to avoid other classes, so she knew it would work. You pulled your feet up and just hoped that nobody needed the stall you were in. And you just had to pick one in the middle to make that even less of a likelihood.

[Lister D. Reynolds]

He saw her mulling over his offer and sighed with relief, at least she wasn't straight denying to help him now. The nagging thought she'd probably abuse his favor and keep on asking for other favors, was drowned out by the thought of being caught by someone in the girls' locker rooms.

Jesus she's strong! LDR was easily pulled along by her, nodding as she spoke. It was as she mention him looking like a girl that he felt he should stand up for himself "Hey! I'm n-n-n-not that g-g-girly looking...am I? He caught a glimpse of a girl changing and blushed completely red. Dirt-girl seemed to know where to hide, maybe she didn't like people either? Who are you kidding, of course she doesn't like people! Just look at the face of disgust.

They reached the bathroom and she shoved him towards the middle one "Uhmm...Th-Th-Thanks..." At the sound of someone coming close he gave a fearful look towards Dirt-girl, who seemed to still be glaring at him. What the hell was he meant to do?

[Demi Smith]

Yeah, Demi was definitely strong considering her small size. She'd manhandled people a good deal larger than LDR before, and she definitely didn't have any issue with dragging him along. His stammered protests just got a quick look of exasperation from Demi before she pulled him even further along.

The bathroom was empty for the time being, which Demi had expected. Most girls headed toward the shower, which meant that only a handful would be heading this way. Demi quickly located the second one, practically shoving LDR inside. "Feet up," she said, pointing, "and just act normal," she gave him one last look before turning to look at the newest entry.

Who seemed decidedly uninterested in Demi. There was no reason to give the young girl more than a second look, except for the fact that Demi was literally standing there. The dirt thumper hesitated for a bit, trying to figure out what she could possibly do here. Thinking fast, she headed for where the paper towels were stored and waved her arms. "Got to clean something up," she mumbled before yanking a handful out. Now she just needed to find someplace to pretend to clean. And hopefully before the group she saw coming in figured something out. At least they were heading toward the showers, save for one or two who were heading this way. Demi just had to ignore them, and, while regretting it slightly, leave LDR in the stall to try and find that "mess" that needed cleaning.

[Lister D. Reynolds]

Sitting down upon the toilet he pulled his legs up, trying to keep as quiet as possible. If anyone caught him here, there would be no way he could talk his way out of it. His only hope was that Dirt-Girl could keep people from looking inside the cubicle. It was as she started to talk to one of the girls that his breathing became worse. FUCK! FUCK! I SHOULD JUST RUN

He tried to calm down his breathing and looked down at the gap between the door and the floor and saw a pair of feet standing. He heard the girl saying 'Is anyone in here?' and knocking on his door. The meltdown started to come down in force Just Run! This was not LDR did. Instead, he put on his best girl voice "Uhh...Yeah...Sorry I f-f-forgot to l-l-lock it...." If Dirt-Girl heard him he never hear the end of it.

[Demi Smith]

Demi was just starting to think that actively causing a mess and then going back to clean it up would actually be the most productive use of her time when she heard something. The girl froze, head turning slightly. There were giggles, a fair amount of them, likely the girls talking about boys. Demi didn't really get that, the whole obsession with the opposite sex or anything like that. But, no, there was a voice, a high-pitched one.

"Oh wonderful," Demi mumbled. She sighed and looked to the ceiling. Really she ought to leave him, if that was the best he could do. Instead she walked back into the washroom. "Girl ran in, looked embarrassed," Demi explained, jerking her head. "I don't know what, but she asked me to cover or something," which was about the extent of Demi's duplicity. The girl who'd been asking turned to look at the stall, clearly considering, especially given that the person this poor girl was relying on was notorious for being unhelpful.

Demi crossed her arms and stared the other girl down, clearly putting the ball back in her court. By this point, she'd done far more than she cared to. Maybe the idiot could actually say or do something to help himself out again, scare the girl who didn't know he had a penis away.

[Lister D. Reynolds]

Leaning forward, LDR locked the stall door and brought his legs back up. Then he heard the familiar 'I hate everyone' tone of Dirt-girl and nearly died. She had heard! Yeah he was never going to hear the end of it. Wait, what? Embarrassed? Shit! What did girls his age get embarrassed about? The girl was still stood judging whether or not Dirt-girl was telling the truth.

Well he did have one idea, but he was thinking of anything else to avoid using it. Racking his brain, he couldn't think of anything else and decided to bite the bullet "Uh...My b-b-b...boyfriend j-j-just broke up w-w-with me in front of all his m-m-...fr-friends. I didn't w-w-want anyone to see me c-c-cry." Oh thank god his voice didn't choose to crack there. The girl turned back around to look at the door and mumbled that she understood, before turning around to leave.

LDR breathed a sigh of complete relief and let his feet hit the ground "Anyone else c-c-c-c-coming?" His voice cracked slightly and he attempted to cover it up with a cough.

[Demi Smith]

The silence held for only a moment until stuttering boy kicked in. The excuse nearly made Demi laugh; she could barely suppress her twitching lips. It seemed to work on the girl though, who mumbled her understanding and then seemed to leave. She didn't even seem to really notice that she'd again left Demi alone with the guy. Demi leaned against a door then, arms still crossed, one leg kicking up. She tilted her head forward slightly, just enough to look down and see that the showering girls were finishing up, getting dressed.

Then she heard the guy behind her moving and talking again. "Nope," she said, tilting her head back toward the door, "but there's still a group finishing up, so you might wanna stay in there and cry some more," Demi grinned as she finished up those last few words, taking all sorts of glee in the moment.

[Lister D. Reynolds]

There was a stifled laugh before as the girl left and LDR felt glad for the locked door, for it hid his reddening face. As Dirt-Girl mentioned that he should 'cry some more' he felt like he should prehaps tell her to fuck off but felt she might just sell him out if he pissed her off.

Standing up he went to unlock the door, unknwon benounce to the fact that Dirt-Girl was leaning upon it. Until he felt her weight upon the door and it crashing into him "OwOwOwOw..." How much longer was he going to have to hang around this girl?

[Demi Smith]

Demi had technically been saying the bit about crying to continue their little charade, just in case. Okay, it was Demi: she was also likely doing it because it would be fun to tease and taunt the guy sitting in the toilet for a little while longer. Hey, she was putting her neck out a bit here helping a guy stay in the girls' locker room and all. She needed to do at least something to get some enjoyment out of this.

The girls were moving off now, and Demi was about starting to turn to say as much. Then the door moved and Demi ended up crashing backward. "Gah!" she managed, flailing and pushing at LDR. "Get off me!" she said, before kicking and pushing till she could scramble a few feet away.

"Jeez, you are way more trouble than your worth," she insisted, glaring at him, already moving an arm that was feeling a little worse for wear.

[Lister D. Reynolds]

Okay that hurt. The door its self whacked LDR's leg, but Dirt-Girl managed to hit him in the face, chest and a very close flail into his abdomen. Once again, she is quite strong and even though he knew that it would all heal up soon enough it still hurt. "S-S-S-Sorry...I d-d-didn't realise th-that..." Stumbling up he looked down at his feet. Why did he have to be so fucking clumsy and stutter? Surely it had to be one or the other? Maybe the universe just thought it be funnier this way?

He leaned forward to see inside the locker room and noticed one or two of the girls just throwing on the last of their clothes. At her comment on his worth LDR shot her a glare, the comments were starting to get to him "You p-p-probably n-n-n-need my n-n-name for c-c-collecting the f-f-favour. LDR, you?" He was, after all, a man of his word. "D-D-D-Do you need to kn-know my p-p-power? I-I-I mean do you...Super-Sp-Sp-Speed."