Suddenly, the once quiet locker room was bursting with sounds: laughter, jeers, and all manner of idle chatter. Sascha frowned deeply, his limbs instinctively stiffening as if to protect against imminent physical harm. He tried not to be noticed, which meant he kept his eyes downcast as the boys poured in and around the corner. They were slapping each other on the back and generally making Sascha uncomfortable.
Tim, the team's running back or whatever, moved close, joking with the quarterback. The dicks. Talking about sex and pushing each other around. It was just... weird. Sascha tried not to watch them as they jabbered at one another, and as Wes, the quarterback, began to take off his shirt.
The thing was, everyone else watched - but because no one pointed a finger at them and screamed 'gay!' no one cared. But Sascha? He was just a pervert. The boy frowned again and turned to open his own locker. With his back now to the room, he tried to ignore everything behind him. He focused on the fact that after this, then bio, he could go home. And then he could smoke and doodle and not be here. Yeah. That sounded nice.