"Well, well, well, look who it is, Harold." Myleeka said, crossing her arms over her chest as she stared down her ex-boyfriend. "It's mister champion himself. You best be prepared to back up those big words you said when you were hatin' on my man online."
"Wait, this is the guy who posted that stuff about me?" Harold asked.
"I know, right?" Myleeka replied. "He didn't expect you to have 6 inches and 30 pounds on him when he was talkin' all that trash. What was it you said about Harry again? That he was some punk cripple that you'd run laps around? Man, you must feel pretty stupid standin' next to him now, boy."
Myleeka took Harold's hand and pulled him towards the starting line, pausing to look back as Harold put an arm around her shoulder.
"And by the way, he's ten times the man you'll ever be. Get ready to eat his dust."
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Menagerie: A BWWM Picture Collection
RomanceA collection of BWWM pictures paired with stories of 200 words or less. Picture submissions and ideas are welcome.
