I know because I check the entire locker room after Oscar leaves me here. I’m sure he’s standing guard at the only way out. There are three shower stalls with only bricks dividing them—no doors or curtains for privacy. The urinals are also out in the open, up against the wall. Lockers line the other two walls with benches made of scarred wood and dark metal. The door slams open, and Blue strides into the room. A burst of sound follows him in the seconds before the door swings shut. I shrink back against the lockers before I can help it. That doesn’t stop him. It doesn’t even slow him down as he steps right into my space, just inches from my face, still breathing hard. “What the fuck are you doing here?” His eyes are still wild from the fight, violence and victory mixed together. I try not to flinch. “I wanted to…to talk to you about something.” “How did you know I was fighting tonight?” I’m not going to tell on Candy, even if he’ll figure it out as soon as he sees her here.
