A Debt Unpaid (Original)

Walter

I felt a bit uncomfortable when Angeline looks at me, suspiciously. At first, I ignored it, but it felt unbearable; like an itch that has to be scratched.

"What?" I asked plainly.

At first, she became startled, but then spoke, slowly, "Did...did you do anything to me? While I slept?"

"Hmm, nope." I felt really bad at how easily I could lie like that.

"Sure?"

"Yes, why would you doubt me?"

"Well," she reached out, and reversed the book I was holding, "cause I'm sure you can't read those words upside down."

How she says it matter-of-fact makes me a bit embarrassed. But I try my best to hide it. "Ahm, well, I was just trying to...read it - backwards." I said, trying to patch it up as if I could.

It was obvious that Angeline doesn't believe me. Her glaring intensified, leaning closer to me, "What - did - you - do?" With each word, she leaned in closer.

I felt sweat forming at my forehead.

God...I forgot how scary she can get.

"I swear, I'm not-EEEIII" Before I could finish, my waist involuntarily jerked away from her as she pressed on it: my tickle spot.

She couldn't have remembered, right?

But, doing it again, tickling me, gave me my answer.

My hand flailed in front of me, imitating some stance I saw from a Jakie Chan movie I saw the other day.

Angeline copied me, adding a "wuoooh" as she did, before launching a three-hit tickle attack to both sides of my waist.

I tried my best to resist, but that only lead me to make three strange man-squeals.

I jumped of my chair, distancing myself from her reach. Angeline simply gave me this devious, mischievous grin. Like a kid with a prank ready.

Then, in one flick of her hand, she sent some books flying towards me. I instinctively shielded my face, and she took this opportunity to close the distance.

"Pfft-kya-ahhahah-kyyyiiieeee-Ahh!" That was pretty much me trying to resist LOLing in the library.

I grabbed her wrists, stopping her. Her strength surprised me, overpowering me easily (well, I wasn't trying cause she's a girl) and launching another attack.

I twisted my body, dodging her attack and prying loose. At the first opportunity, I launched into a run.

Again, she surprised me, as she was easily catching up. I got desperate, and started flinging chairs around to delay her. She leaped over them like an Olympian leaping over hurdles.

I took a sharp turn, racing for the stairs. She tailed me behind. I ran in the middle of the bookshelves. Looking back, I saw she was no longer on my trail. I slowed down a bit, trying to catch my breath. But, seeing her turn a corner, and I'm off again.

Running out of space, I headed again for the stairs. I almost slipping twice on the way down. But, as I turned around, I saw she using the side rail as a slide. And I was standing in front of the rails. It was too late to react. I helplessly shielded my face, as Angeline let out a scream as she came crashing into me.

She fell on top of me, out balancing me, and we both fell on to the floor.

It hurt like hell, sure. I was tired, exhausted. My arms ached, my lungs hurt whenever I breathed in. But, I had done something I haven't felt in a while. I had fun.

Angeline and I traded glances, and we just laughed.

Laughed not cause any thing's funny.

We laughed just because.