Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

I shook my head. I was going to kill them. Whoever they
were, I was going to kill them. I wanted to scream—to demand
they open the damn door and let me out—but it would just
entertain the boys behind me even more.
“It’s okay, babe. You can stay,” one of the same voices told
me. “Not like you can see our shit anyway, right?”
“Shower’s all yours, babe.” A towel hit my body, and I
caught it on reflex. “Unless you don’t want it all to yourself.”
Heat rose to my cheeks, and I swallowed a couple times to
wet my throat. “Hello?” I called, hoping to alert a teacher that
a girl was in the room so I could get some help. “Hello?”
“Hello!” a voice called, mimicking me.
And another. “Hello!”
“Hello!”
“Hello!”
Male voices around the room laughed and joked, and I
gritted my teeth together, aggravated. I didn’t know why I was
surprised. The guys in this town…
“What the hell’s going on?” someone asked.
“Winter Ashby wandered in, man.”
I backed up to the door, my hands at the ready as it
sounded like more guys came in from the showers or the gym,
I wasn’t sure.
But before I hit the hard doors, I hit something else. I
stopped, feeling a body behind me.
“Hey,” he said. “I’m Simon.”
I jerked, but there was suddenly a body to my left and in
my ear. “I’m Brace.”
And then another one in front of me. “I’m Miles,” he said,
and I sucked in a breath and held out my hands.
I tried to slip in any direction I could, but they were
everywhere.