"Just hang out there dude while I organize my things" Mark said and casually sunk down your attempts to protest and argue again, just by holding you in his fist and going on as usual, putting his worn out clothes in the gymbag and walking to the locker to retrieve his other belongings. It's not like he was covering your mouth, but Mark was moving so nonchalantly that the regular swinging and movement of his arm was enough to keep you dazed enough to lose your train of thoughts, and deep down, the way was he was handling you was also enough evidence that he wouldn't listen anyway. You needed Alex and his stupid watch to grow you back or someone Mark would listen, someone with authority.
"Alex? You still there?" Mr. Johnson, the football team coach entered the door. This was your chance!
"Sorry coach, he just left, it's just me here" Mark said. Taking advantage that the idiot didn't even bother hiding you, you shouted as loud as you can.
"Coach, you need to help me! Alex shrunk me and I'm trapped here with Mark! I need him to grow me back" Much to your surprise however both the coach and Mark just rolled their eyes at your plea.
"You're the fairy, what did you expect?" Mr. Johnson scoffed "Alright then, see you guys on Monday then. Make sure this one lasts" Mr. Johnson said so matter of factly before leaving, shocking you enough to stop protesting only until after he left.
"What the fuck? why didn't he do anything? once I grow back I will talk with the principal about this" you started to rant but Mark just chuckled and carried you from his fist towards the palm on his other hand in front of him so he could talk with you.
"You think he doesn't know about it? come on man" Mark laughed
"What do you mean? You can't just do this to a student!" you argued back now that you were finally in a more stable position to do so
"They wouldn't if you followed the rules, you think they're stupid! Being the mascot doesn't mean you're doing any sport" Mark shrugged his shoulders
"But I'm technically in a sports team!" You quickly protested, not believing that this could be a common practice at all
"Yeah man, as our fairy. Congrats" Mark gave you that amused smirk again "You seriously didn't know? Did none of your dork friends tell you about this?"
"Well, I.." you wanted to keep protesting but if Mark was right and you could have gotten out of this just by asking around, it was hard to not put some of the blame on yourself, as ridiculous as this situation was.
"Thought so. Consider it a learning experience or something, you'll get used to it dude, don't worry" Mark chuckled again, as if struggling to believe what he was saying himself. It didn't sound encouraging at all, which reminded you of something else.
"Used to it? I will be missing the entire weekend! And what was that about making sure this one lasts?" You asked, remembering the ominous last words Mr. Johnson said before leaving.
"Oh, he was just joking, our last fairy switched schools. It's not like something bad happened to him so calm down, I'll take care of you" Mark answered, sounding sincere this time but also depressing you a bit. Was that the only escape? You couldn't afford switching schools! You decided to just endure this weekend and seek a way out on Monday, once you were back to normal size.
"Is that all? now where to put you to keep you safe? You should be fine in the bag" Mark said more to himself, although the idea didn't exactly thrilled you
"Can't you just put me on your shoulder or something instead?" You tried but Mark just laughed good naturedly
"No way man, I still haven't showered! The bag will be fine for now, just hold on, oh fuck" before you could offer more ideas Mark seemed to stumble a bit and almost dropped you! Fortunately he reacted quickly, silencing your shout as he grabbed you again with his fist but in a more awkward position, this time his hand, that still smelled of sweat and dirt, was covering your face.
When Mark released you, you found yourself in a dark place which you figured out was his bag, however you quickly noticed something was very wrong.
The air around you was absolutely awful! You heard the sound of the zipper above and wondered why there was no change in the light at all, shouting and touching around until you figured out what was going on. The way it smelled like feet, the way the surface had a hard "floor" and even a "ceiling" you bumped into while trying to get up despite your tiny height, how it was like some small cave but the exit was covered by something soft, moist and even stinkier..Mark put you in his gym bag! and worse, he trapped you inside one of his cleats and covered the exit with something, most likely his dirty socks!
"Mark, get me out of here you idiot, what the fuck is wrong with yo-" you shouted with all your might until a sudden movement rocked your world and made you stumble inside your dark smelly cave, making you feel suddenly weightless. You kept cursing, but also started to feel like crying realizing how powerless you really were, realizing that Mark wasn't listening at all, he just carried his bag and left home like you were nothing. Were things going to be like that all weekend?
"Welcome to your new life dude" Mark chuckled to himself, looking forward to taking "care" of the new team mascot.
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