"Jaysus," Johnny narrowly avoided a rugby ball to the noggin. He wasn't too fond of having an injury on his head to match the one on his leg. The lads were always like this after practice, full of repressed energy, jumping around and shoving each other. Gibsie was in the center of it, as usual. When Johnny first started rugby, he used to wrinkle his nose when he walked into the locker rooms. But now, the smell had been forgotten. As gross as it sounded, Johnny got used to the stench of fifteen sweaty, rowdy boys. It faded into his senses.

Johnny dug a hand through his sweaty hair, watching as the boys sat on benches, fought over the showers, changed and put on deodorant that did little to hide the smell. Johnny flung open the door to his locker, marked with his jersey number, thirteen. There wasn't much in there. Gum wrappers, trashy magazines, pictures of indecent women that Gibsie had hung up (he thought he was so fecking funny), an old breath mints can, some extra gear for rugby, his change of clothes, and a stick of deodorant. Johnny pulled away from his locker to yank his shirt off and roll the deodorant on, slamming the locker shut. And that's when he saw her.

A girl stood in the doorway to the locker room, her mouth hanging slack at the sight of the changing, sweaty rugby boys, her face growing in heat as blood rushed to her cheeks. None of the lads had noticed her yet, and thank the Lord for that, because... Wow.

This girl was so... pretty. Johnny hated that word. It barely encapsulated the beauty of her, but it's what she was. Pretty. Standing limp in the threshold, her bag hanging slack in her stick-like arms, looking like a rabbit stumbled into a wolf's nest. She was so tiny, even the doorway dwarfed her size. She clutched at the necklace on her neck nervously, the dainty thing hanging between her (fecking beautiful) tiny tits, her body retreating as if trying to sink in on herself.

Her face was a better high than anything Johnny could take, her pouty lips parted in surprise, her beautiful eyes scanning over the boys, overwhelmed, freckles scattering her face. It was then that she looked up and noticed me. He willed her mentally not to talk, not to draw attention to herself. Johnny knew the second the lads saw her, they'd be all over her, chatting her up, trying to get at her. It wasn't every day a beautiful new girl stumbled into the boy's locker room by accident.

Of course, then the beautiful girl had to go and drop her bag, making a thump as it hit the tile floor, and all heads turned towards her. She instantly shrunk as the boys cheered and whistled their approval, Johnny feeling a strange protectiveness bubbling in his stomach. "Girl," Johnny took a step towards her, trying not to frighten the tiny thing. "You need to get out of here."