This choice: He was free, the girl notices him • Go Back...Chapter #5A surprise like no other by: Tisch   An immense shot of relief surged through Jack's body as he felt the overwhelming pressure exhibited by the student lift off of him. He opened his eyes to find the girl's bottom twisted to the side and her upper body contorted as well, somewhat facing the front of the classroom yet still in a position to face the seat. He scanned the girl's appearance, trying to get a gist of who it was that had been sitting on him for so long. Being honest with himself, Jack thought she looked pretty. She looked a little bit younger than him, maybe two or three years, but otherwise she did look nice. The student had medium length blonde hair with hazel eyes and an athletic figure. What quickly got Jack's attention after him checking the girl out was the expression on her face. It looked of confusion, intrigue, and fear all at the same time. She did a double take before leaning over the chair to get a closer look at whatever it was she had been sitting on.
"What the- is this some sort of bug?" she whispered to herself. Jack immediately took this chance to try and get himself some help. He started waving his arms around, as best he could in his given sore state, and called out to the girl. "No! Definitely not a bug, please don't kill me! I'm a person and I need help!" The girl gasped and stepped back, hitting her hip on her desk and shifting the class's attention onto her. Her instructor eyed her in confusion. "Emily, is everything all right?" The student, whom Jack now recognized as Emily, turned to face the teacher, leaving Jack another view of her admittedly terrifying backside. "Uh, yeah, I'm sorry. I just saw a bug and got startled, it's no big deal." Satisfied with her explanation, the instructor nodded and went back to her writing things down on the whiteboard. When Emily turned back around, she didn't hesitate in grabbing Jack, clutching him firmly to prevent escape and hiding him from view from the other students. She uncurled her hand under her desk and took a peak to try and gain a better understanding of what this little figure was. Emily was sure she had just heard it try and speak with her, but thought she was crazy. The moment she uncurled her hand, though, she knew right away she wasn't.
"Uh, hey," Jack nervously waved. "I'm Jack, I promise I'm not a bug. I'm sure you're curious as to how and why I'm this small, but that's a story for another time. In the meantime, I need you to help me." The student's eyes glimmered with excitement. "No way!" she whispered. "I can't believe it, you're actually a tiny person! This is so cool, I have to show you to my friends after class." Jack awkwardly shook his head. "No, I don't think that's such a good idea. I really think you should just help me out, I'll make it up to you, I promise."
"Quiet, buggy- or 'Jack'," Emily giggled as she closed her hand on him once again. She brought him close to her mouth and whispered. "We're going to do things my way for now. Once it's over with, I promise to help you out." She then threw him in one of her backpack pockets and zipped it up behind Jack. Now left in the dark sanctity of Emily's backpack, Jack collapsed out of exhaustion. The amount of energy he spent in the past fifteen minutes alone, battling the girl's contextually enormous butt, followed by her crushing grip, then failing to persuade her to help him out as soon as possible left a toll on his mind and body alike. Laying down, Jack decided just to take a nap until his captor was ready for his presence.
When the time comes, where does Emily bring Jack out at?   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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