Here You Go: A Collection of Garbage and Other Things

Random Short Ideas #1

"Say it again!" Madison hauled the unfortunate guy up from the floor, and pinned him against the smooth tile wall of the hallway. "I dare you!" She hissed, "Listen, you little perverted male dog, I hear you say that about my friend again, I'll smash your head against the wall and watch as you lose the few neurons you had in the first place!"

"Maddy..."

"Am I clear? Or do you need me to repeat it!"

"Maddy..."

"Shut up Lily, I'm trying to defend you!"

"If we don't get going, we're going to be late for practice, and then you'll be in that boy's place. We can't afford to be late again, you know how Coach gets." Lily stared pointedly at the said boy. "Come on Maddy, I'll deal with that guy later..."

"Fine." She dumped the offender on the floor, and the girls hurried away to the pool.

Chris watched them go, and then hurried over to the guy who was still curled up on the floor.

"Hey dude, you okay?" He asked, helping him up.

The guy looked up. He was physically unharmed, but it was clear that he had been scared shitless. Quite literally, judging by the yellowish puddle on the floor and the stain in the front of his jeans. Poor guy, Chris thought sympathetically. He wasn't the first one to have lost control of his bladder after dealing with Madison Kent.

"I always keep an extra set of clothes in my locker, you can borrow them. They might be kinda big though. I'll go get them, k?"

"Thanks. I'm Dylan."

"Chris. Dude, what did you do to get on her bad side?"

"I was just joking around with that hot chick behind her, you know? It was all fun and games, than bam!"

Chris wasn't convinced, but he kept silent. He was starting to dislike this guy, and now that he had gotten to know Dylan a bit, he couldn't really blame Madison. Dylan had a sort of shifty look, but it was hard to pinpoint why. Maybe it was his nose, which was pinched and yet curiously flared at the same time, or maybe his eyes, which was a dirty mix of dull colors. Whatever it was, Chris didn't like the feeling he got around Dylan; a dirty feeling. But he couldn't back out now.

"Stay here, okay? I'll go get my clothes." Chris hurried away before he could reply. The scent of piss was starting to get to him, and he welcomed the fresh air and time to think. 

Just something I wrote a while back, that I wanted to post