“Hey, nerd, wanna get jacked?”
It was Friday evening. I was walking home after classes, when I heard these words. I turn around and see a guy, running towards me at mach speed. He almost smashes into me, but stops just in time, a foot from me, his sneakers screeching across the pavement. Yet, a sharp whiff of his jock B.O. hits me like a truck. He stands almost a head taller than me, wearing our college's letterman jacket, white tank top with a fresh sweat stain around the neck, tight shorts and a backwards cap. Typical jock, I think, probably trying to pull some stupid prank on me for the funsies of his frat bros.
“No, thanks.” I reply dryly and turn around again. and start waking away.
“Come on, dude! You'll be just like me! No, even bigger!” he continues.
I ignore him.
“Please, man, you’re my best chance!”
“Yeah? Best chance at making your stupid bros laugh at me?”
“No, sorry, it’s not like this! Listen, I made a deal with a witch and she offered to make me as big as I want, if I bring her the smallest and scrawniest guy I find.”
“And you believe in this shit?”
“Dude, you haven't seen what she can do! Once she swapped dicks between two brothers!”
“Uh-huh, sure. And what do I get?”
“You'll grow as big as you want too!”
I look at my phone. Twenty more minutes till I walk back home, then… then what? Spend the rest of the day in video games? Spend the rest of the weekend in video games? Whatever, what harm is going to some shady witch?
“And I'm the smallest guy around?” I ask, my feelings hurt, but deep down I feel he is probably right.
“Yeah, I've been looking whole week! If I didn't know, I'd think you're still in school.”
“Fuck off!”
“Sorry, sorry!”
“Ugh… Fine, let's do this.”
“Yes, yes!” the jock jumps for joy, instantly standing upright, before lunging towards me and grabbing me into a bearhug. I feel my body pressed against his, feel just how much heat he is radiating, smell his unbearable stench. Still in a bearhug, he lifts me up, my feet no longer touching the ground.
I guess I really am small, huh...