Thread: The Dove and the Quail [lemon]

How embarrassing. Caroline let the doors to the locker room slam behind her, the echo of such filling up the empty space sprawling in front of her. Her head was aching, and she despised the sticky, humid feeling that encased her body at the moment. The only thing she wanted right now, was a numbing solution. She trudged her way over towards her locker, falling heavily upon the bench nearby, as her fingers made work of her tennis shoes. She didn't want to go back out there, she was practically humiliated. Today had quickly spiraled down into a living hell, and while she knew her mother would be too busy flaunting about her artificial hair, and tits, whilst her father happily boasted the word of God to and fro, she was here...alone, bleeding like a faucet from her nose. A moment of anger rose up inside of her little body like a heated volcano, forcing her to wildly throw her shoes at the row of metal containers in front of her, screaming out her frustration. She hated high school, and she also hated the fact that God wasn't managing to show his almighty dealings today, and saving her from a spiked volleyball. What the fuck did she do, to deserve such an injury? It only served to rub salt in the wound, kicking an already injured body down. Caroline wasn't sure what she should do, but just...sit there, speechless. It was only when she managed to get her socks off, and had her shorts halfway down her calves, did she suddenly hear someone. Frozen in place, and waiting, unable to truly believe if it was Flynn or not. She really didn't want him to see her like this. A bruised, bloody nose and watery eyes. She was also really sweaty and smelled, or at least, she thought she did. Caroline couldn't see any appeal in her current state of dress right now, but the moment she caught sight of him, that seemed to not matter so much. Her hands let go of her thin shorts, letting them fall about her ankles, before she sat up from her slouched posture, offering him a weak smile. Hey, she squeaked, reaching out to gingerly grab at the tissue paper he had brought for her. She lightly began to dab beneath her nose, knowing there was a whole mess awaiting her. It's not your fault, Caroline murmured, gazing down towards her jersey. She would definitely need to clean it this time. I should have been paying attention... A sigh, and she stood then, tugging away the offending article that was now moist with not only her sweat, but her DNA. Tossing it down towards her shoes, socks and shorts, she stood in front of her locker, donned in nothing but her soft white underwear, and matching bra. She briefly remembered Elizabeth's accented lingerie, and she tensed up, suddenly feeling uncomfortable in front of her boyfriend. Why'd she feel so empty? She didn't like this...not one bit, because she had never felt this way before. Managing to glance over her shoulder towards Flynn, her pretty face still battered and sticky, she noticed then, that his eye was even darker...more swollen, and looked absolutely hideous. It had her heart fluttering, and with a smooth turn on her bare heels, she faced him, figuring that if he could handle seeing her at her worst, he deserved to at least see all of it. Thank you for coming to watch me, she said, flinching a bit.