All you could do was mentally curse yourself for the chain of decisions that put you in this situation, even if deep down you knew you were doomed the moment Derek saw your shrunken form. Why on earth did you try joking with him? why did you have to collapse on his seat and not somewhere else like near your friend Adam or near your crush Kaitlin? Why did you decide to work with this idiot in the first place instead of just throwing away the project? But nothing mattered, now you were going to most likely die under this bully's big, toxic butt.
But for some reason it didn't happen, and the fist holding you went instead to the pocket of his hoodie and released you which almost made you shout in joy. You didn't know what was going in that druggie's head, and for all you knew he probably thought his butt wasn't stinky enough for you yet but whatever, you were not trapped there, for now. The pocket was still fairly disgusting, you could tell Derek used it a lot and how he never washed it by the mix of body odor, weed, nicotine, dirt, food and other things you could barely recognize, but it was better than his ass for sure.
You stumbled as Derek started walking to God knows where, hopefully back to class you thought as you remembered it was a chemical that made you shrink and probably could grow you back, or at the very least if he went back to class you could probably find a way out and reach somebody who could help you. Escaping the hoodie was easy, with openings at both sides as long as Derek didn't put his hands there it wouldn't be a problem, but reaching someone else, or even getting to the floor away from him would be another matter entirely.
Sure enough, the noise around me made me realize he went back to class, I could hear the familiar noises of students as Derek sat down again and went back to, I don't know, probably produce more dangerous chemistry. I took a second to wonder why on earth did nobody notice me shrinking or even disappearing, but then I focused on my task and crawling through the faded and at parts slightly sticky fabric I approached one of the exits before Derek could grab me, hoping that I could find a way towards the floor or towards someone with better plans that turning me into a "butt bitch" as he put it
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