“Fine,” Scotty says. “We’re friends after all, aren’t we? Besides, I can’t have you wearing out on me so soon.”
You don’t know whether you should call your current relationship that of friends, but you’re glad he’s decided to go easy on you. He plucks your sticky body of his sweaty foot and dangles you in front of him. Then he picks up the sock he just used during gym class and holds it underneath.
“You can get your little rest in here,” he says.
He lets go and you tumble down the white tube sock. Ending up at the same spot you were earlier. However, this time it isn’t followed by his foot but by another sock, as Scotty balls the two gym socks together and puts them into his bag.
For the remainder of the school day, you’re trapped inside the socks, along with the stuffy smell. Although this wasn’t the type of rest you had envisioned, you convince yourself it’s still much better than being mashed underneath his foot.
The damp socks start to dry a little, but not by much, as the moist, sweaty atmosphere can’t seem to find a way to get away. So you end up lying there, surrounded by the smell and moistness in the air produces by Scotty’s active feet.
Nevertheless you’re able to sleep for an hour or so.
That’s when you suddenly start to feel rapid movement and assume Scotty has picked up his bag. So you lie there wondering what’s going to happen next. You’ve already given up on him helping you, and at the moment, you’re at a loss of how to get out of this horrible predicament.
Then, the socks you’re balled up in get lifted up and Scotty releases you from your prison.
You look around to see where you are.
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