I'm The Geek Who Slapped A Football Player.

12 - I Hate Your Strength!

            “Because I’m actually a nice guy,” Sebastian said, still smiling. I snort at that and then he grins wider. “Also because I told him he could pay himself on whatever he finds in your wallet.”

            Oh my god.

            Without thinking I whirled around, jumping on my purse when I find it on the asphalt. I rip into it, pulling my wallet out, dropping my purse again. When I spring into my wallet, I’m glad to see that there was still money in it, but then count it. 20, 25, 28, 33…

            Oh my god he’d shorted me forty dollars!!

            “Oh my god!!” I almost screamed, whipping my head up to glower at Sebastian.

            Sebastian snorts, tipping his head back. “Oh jeez, don’t flip a tit over twenty bucks.” He said.

            I ignored his vulgar little saying. “No! He took forty dollars, you bastard!!”

            Sebastian’s looks surprised. “Huh.” He says, then smiles a little. “Kid told me he took twenty. Haha, greedy little bastard.”

            I am in no mood to be joked with. “You asshole!! You had some kid break into my locker, steal my keys, let him steal my money, and now you’re laughing about it?! Fuck no, you stupid son of a bitch! You give me my keys right now!!”

            After my angry telling off of Sebastian, my throat feels sore and scratchy. Being angry so much is bad for my health. And since all this anger is all Sebastian’s fault this means he’s bad for my health. Not surprising.

            I stomp towards him, and as before, when I reached for the keys, he just simply held them up. I glowered at him, crossing my arms over my chest. “Give my fucking keys, right now!!” I almost shouted.

            Sebastian lowered them within my reach. I narrowed my eyes at him for a few seconds, and he only stared back at me innocently. His ‘innocence’ was very obviously totally fake, but I couldn’t resist the temptation of my keys so close…

            I whipped my arms upwards, and my hands clutched air. Sebastian was holding my keys a foot from my grasp, chuckling a little to himself. I stared helplessly at the keys, then turned my eyes to Sebastian to give him a I-hate-you look. He dangled the keys, making them jingle.

            “C’mon now,” He lowered them and I attempted to snatch them again, but of course didn’t even get close. He lowered them and brought them back up. “C’mon, jump for ‘em psycho, jump!,”

            “I can’t!” I snarled, too exasperated to even say no.

            “Why not?”

            I jerked a thumb over my shoulder. “Fucking massive backpack, now give me my keys!!” I flailed my arms in the air like an idiot at the keys that were like, two feet from my head. Sebastian frowned.

            “Take you’re damn backpack off then. Jeez, wouldn’t a smarty-pants like you figure that out?”

            My teeth ground together. “NO! And I can’t jump that high anyways with or without a backpack, so you wouldn’t get much fun out of it. Now, give,” flail, “me” flail “my” flail “KEYS!!” Super flail. My arms thrash in the air, clawing after the keys that I will never reach this way.

Sebastian jiggled them in the air, frowning at me. He sighed.

            “Yeah, this isn’t entertaining at all. Lose the backpack and jump for ‘em, and I’ll think about giving you your precious keys,” He said. Oh, so now he’s trying to reason with me?