You struggle to regain courage by taking deep breaths, your hands getting slippery with sweat from Puck's body heat. You can't hold onto the ring for much longer. You shut your eyes tight, steeling yourself for the moment you let go of his ring. The very moment you do, you're sent hurdling through the air. You fall for what feels like an eternity, whether due to the emotional distress of plummeting to your death or the fact you're now one-half inches tall.
Puck leans back in his chair, thankfully for you--instead of plummeting to the floor, you bounce off his stomach and land on the soft fabric of his jeans.You hesitate for a moment, trying to decipher if he felt anything. You see his hand raise, descending towards you. You close your eyes tight, prepared to get scooped up by the Jewish titan. Seconds pass. You crack open one eye to see Puck absentmindedly scratching his crotch. You take the opportunity to scurry away, sliding down his left leg like a slide. You reach the bottom rather quickly, touching his ankle just as Will speaks up.
"Alright! That about sums up everything for today, class. Be sure to read up the music for a quick run through next week--other than that, I'll see some of you tomorrow."
You don't have time to jump from the ankle, instead being pushed off by the sudden shift that is Puck standing up. You collide with the marble floor, face first, but luckily unharmed.
You see the students standing up, saying their goodbyes or gathering whatever book they put under their chairs. Better decide quickly, lest you end up a stain under someone's shoe.
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