I'm The Geek Who Slapped A Football Player.

23 - Jump?!

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Chapter 23: Jump?!

 

            Tackling Sebastian MacCrain to the ground was a harder task than I imagined.

            I suppose that if I’d been in my right mind I would have realized that taking Sebastian to the linoleum is an impossible task for me. He’s a lot taller than me, a lot heavier than me, a lot stronger than me, aaaand I’ve got about as much muscle mass as your average dandelion.

            So when I say ‘tackle Sebastian to the ground’, the literal translation of what actually happened spells out like this: FAIL.

            I’d been in a mad rush of panic and adrenaline, so I’d just made a running jump at him, hoping to knock him to the floor like I’d seen him do so many times during football games.  

            Yeah…that didn’t happen.

            I more or less ended up smacking into his broad back - which hurt! - but still managing to get one arm around his shoulder and one arm latched onto his neck. So I hung there for two and half stunned seconds. Then he turns his head and looked at me over his shoulder, half a poptart in his mouth.

            “What in the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

            I’m a state of panic and frustration, and also sheer embarrassment. Did I really just try and tackle Sebastian? Oh fuck! How awful! But the panicked part of my brain is screaming at me that my evil biddy of a neighbor is now in the house, and she cannot see Sebastian!

            I cut off his next sentence with a rasped one of my own. “Get down!”

            He squinted at me. “Wha–”

            I slapped the hand that was clinging to his neck at his mouth to shut him up, then re-grasped onto him. “Get down!” I rasped again, trying to be quiet and urgent at the same time. Sebastian just looked at me like a moron.

            One of his arms came around and gripped my waist, lazily pulling me around to his front. Oh God! I scramble to keep my grip but he just keeps lazily pulling me, muttering something about a grabby Psycho. I tighten my hold around his neck and he coughs in surprise. Gives me a little scowl. Then pulls harder.

            He rips me from his upper body and then he has me held against his side, my butt facing the counter, my front facing outward, opposite him. I jostle against his hold in panicked desperation. I have to get him down! Somehow! Gotta hide him!

            “Good Christ–”

            “SHH!” I hissed at him.

Sebastian huffs in irritation and then he puts either hand on my waist, heaves me forward (backward for me), sets me momentarily one the counter, and then hoists me up by the armpits to have me eye level. I can’t help being briefly stunned at how strong he is, and also notice how reminiscent this is to how Graham had held me last night.

Then I realize that he’s about to speak again, loudly by the expression on his face, and my hand shoots out of its own accord. My fingers jab down into the space just above his collar bone hard, and like he’d just been hit with a tazer, Sebastian drops flat to the ground with a startled ‘oof!’.