Tackle time!
Finally reaching, you tackle him onto the ground easily. (Well duh! I
mean you are the captain of your school's rugby team.)
You sit on top of him almost strangling to death. All he could do was
beg helplessly for you to get of him.
Then you realise hundreds of eyes were straring at
you.
"Move aside!" you shout to the hot guy as you push him
aside. You quickly ran across the other side of the road to the boy
holding the familiar thing.
