You stand up, making a desperate grab for Finn's shoe as he walk out of the room, head hung low. The lace lifts off the ground, your hand and body going with it. Although unnoticed for now, you've escaped Puck and the gang of would-be murderers. You can breathe...somewhat...easily. Now, you somehow have to get Finn's attention. How to do that?
Your thoughts are interrupted by a cry of urgency from above. "Woah!" Finn exclaims, his throws his hands in front of himself to stop himself from falling. However, he's too late--he hits the tile floor of the hallway with a thud and a groan, accompanied by the vicious laughter of his peers. You, on the other hand, are fairing just as poorly. The little tumble Finn took sent you flailing as well--even sliding a few centimeters. Finn groans and sits up, rubbing the back of his head.
"Dude, what the hell?" He asks, looking up at Karofsky, the big (now, even bigger) bully. The oaf must've tripped him. "Shut it. That's what you get for choosing that stupid-ass Glee Club over football, queer!" He laughs at Finn as he walks away, leaving Finn even more embarrassed than he already was. It was...hard not to sympathize. Finn shifts to one knee, tying his shoe. This is your chance--what will you do? Grab his hand, shout at him, or just sit there?
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