Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

side, and tears sprang to my eyes as I pounded on the door. It
gave way just an inch, I thought, more giggles filtered in from
the outside, and then their weight was against it again, keeping
me in.
Goddammit. My heart pounded in my chest. I wasn’t in the
locker room. I closed my eyes, praying. Please tell me I’m not
in the locker room.
“Need a shower?” a male voice said behind me.
“I think she needs a cold shower, man!” another guy called
from farther away.
Laughter echoed around the room, the noise level stinging
my ears as more people turned their attention on me. I turned
around, holding my hands up just in front of me a little, but
blinking away the tears and straightening my shoulders.
The less I reacted, the less they’d react. There had to be a
coach in here or a teacher or something.
Stupid me. I knew the teasing or pranking or even bullying
was a possibility of someone in my shoes, but I arrogantly
thought my status protected me. Or my father’s status, anyway.
But whoever pushed me in here thought of something I
didn’t. If I couldn’t see them do it, there was no one to punish.
“Damn,” someone said, and I turned my head toward his
voice.
“Is that…?” Another voice trailed off. Younger, like he
was my age, maybe.
“Yeah, it’s the mayor’s daughter,” a raspy voice added.
“The blind one.”
“Oh, shit. I heard she was coming.”
“She’s cute.”
Heat covered my face, but I kept my jaw locked to keep
the panic from rising. I spun around again and tried the door.
I pushed my body into it, it gave way, but it was pushed
closed again by the same weight. More cackling from the other
side.