New Days [Completed]

New Days: Twelve

I noticed almost immediately that my bag was missing. And I didn’t even have to wonder about who was responsible. His soft sniggering provided the smoking gun, too, a few seconds later.

“Looking for something?” he stepped out from behind the row of lockers, my bag dangling loosely in one hand. He’d taken the liberty of opening it as well and hand gotten access to…uh…my clothes.

"Come on, give it to me," I said in my attempt to resolve this quickly.

"Nuh-uh. Come get it."

I sighed. I shouldn't have even bothered, but yet. I took a step towards him.

And another.

Edging closer towards him.

Deciding that I was close enough, I tried.

“Give my stuff back!” I tried to make a run for my things towards him, but like I said, I tried.  The only thing my actions made me aware was that running when dressed in a towel could have some…embarrassing consequences.

Surprisingly, he hadn’t made any attempt to move away, unless the one tiny step he took backwards counts. He simply stood there, the soft lights bathing half his face, the shadows consuming the other half. He had been grinning like an idiot, and it only broadened when he saw my pathetic attempt; more so when I grabbed my towel.

“Come on baby,” he taunted, as I scurried towards him. Not unpredictably, it was when I was close enough to make a swipe for my things that he ran backwards, still dangling my things teasingly at me.

“Hey! Come on!” I whined, doing my best to catch up to him.

“No, you come on,” he countered, “those legs aren't just pretty to look at, are they?”

I wasn’t distracted by his words…okay, so maybe I was – but just for a second – I kept going towards him. I had to prevent him from running out of the exit, or I’d be seriously screwed. I realized much later though, that if he had intended to run away, he would have done so ages go.

Eventually I managed to corner him, but that fact didn’t seem to bother him at all. He still looked annoyingly smug. I was soon to discover why.

“Not that quickly now. You still have to reach for it,” and he proceeded to extend his arm to its full length, putting quite a distance between my goal and I.

I had to jump to retrieve it – not the most comfortable of experiences, considering one had was still on the towel. I didn’t trust him one bit, at least, not in a situation like this.

I got the bag, but that didn’t do me much good just then. I still needed-

“Good boy,” he cooed, “now get your boxers from me, why don’t you?”

I made another attempt, but failed. Deciding to be safe, I tossed the recently acquired bag to the side and tried again.

Nothing doing.

He was much taller than me, and this was easier for him to hold onto that my bag had been.

“Please!” I jumped again, no doubt looking like a complete moron, but I didn’t have much of a choice then, did I?

“Nope. Try harder." he teased, then lowered his voice, "for the Tellytubbies."

I stopped moving and looked down, feeling a heat wave wash over my cheeks. I knew I was turning red, but there wasn’t anything I could do about it. I mean, it didn't have to be a big deal that I had Telly-oh, God.