"Hey, asshole!" Mikah kept going, so Jakhob stopped and pulled off his left sneaker, hefting it in his hand, judging the weight, the shape, and Mikah's current speed. Jakhob pegged him in the back of the head with ease--he hadn't been given the position of pitcher all the way through high school just because his ass looked great in the tight white baseball pants.
Mikah stopped, turned, and picked up the shoe. "I'm keeping this," he said. Then he went back to walking away. This would probably have been fine, but Jakhob was insane, he should have known this. Jakhob just had to remind him.
It was easy to abandon the other sneaker so as not to let it throw him off balance. Mikah turned at the sound of running steps on concrete, but not soon enough. Jakhob's tackle took him at the waist.
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Re: My drabble - let me shows you it
Date: 2008-04-16 06:30 pm (UTC)"Hey, asshole!" Mikah kept going, so Jakhob stopped and pulled off his left sneaker, hefting it in his hand, judging the weight, the shape, and Mikah's current speed. Jakhob pegged him in the back of the head with ease--he hadn't been given the position of pitcher all the way through high school just because his ass looked great in the tight white baseball pants.
Mikah stopped, turned, and picked up the shoe. "I'm keeping this," he said. Then he went back to walking away. This would probably have been fine, but Jakhob was insane, he should have known this. Jakhob just had to remind him.
It was easy to abandon the other sneaker so as not to let it throw him off balance. Mikah turned at the sound of running steps on concrete, but not soon enough. Jakhob's tackle took him at the waist.