CHapter 10- Love's workout lost

Let me tell you a little bit about this guy- I am not good with names, Be it Bobby Brown or Michael Jackson and I don’t know this guys name but from the looks of his face he looked like someone who would be called Moose or Buzz, so I am going to stick with the name Moose for convience’s sake.

Moose was strong, Moose had muscle. Moose had so much muscle he had abs on his face.

He looked like the kind of guy who would eat shawazzenger for breakfast and not care to burp; the kind of guy who would floss with Samson’s hair. Simply put he was the kind of guy who would kick my fine ass in a fight. But I doubt you could use the word fight for what happened in the same way I doubt you would use fine to describe my ass.

I am not the strongest guy in the world, even if it’s a small world after all. If my nails grew a little longer I wouldn’t be able to raise a finger- that’s how weak I am. While I might not have had strength I had speed- so I decided to use that to my advantage.

Whoever said the bigger they are the harder they fall was cock-sucking liar. In all reality, the bigger they are the harder they hit.

I was done faster than a teenager on Viagra, down and out even before I made a move.

Everything went silent; I tried to open my eyes- I could see nothing but the entire Student centre could. I was on the floor with moose sitting on my head.

I couldn’t see, I couldn’t breath- not that I wanted to breath I had moose ass on my face.

Quite literal moose in my hair.

Then she came to my rescue, my bisexual knightess in shining armour with matching shoes, earings and purse.

To save me- the dumbass in distress.