"You've been avoiding Floyd."
You had stepped away from your friends for a second, only to be face first with Jade's chest.
Its not like you were unused to being suddenly accosted by a tweel, it just usually wasn't this one.
"I haven't been avoiding him," you told him. "I just have other friends."
"You might not for much longer..." Said Jade, lifting a hand to just barely conceal that sickening pointy-toothed grin on his face. "What I mean to say is that Floyd has been a bit... testy lately. Seems without you he just doesn't know what to do with himself! I'm sure youve been seeing the increase in injury among the student body lately? If not, I suggest you start paying attention...."
The next couple days you started doing just as Jade suggested. Sure enough, there were a startling number of students with various injuries--though most commom was bruises. And some of them even seemed to glare at you--more so than usual, that is.
But surely it couldn't all have been from Floyd... right? The students here weren't known for being particularly merciful, after all. Right?...
One day, after witnessing a freshly battered boy fearfully run through the halls, you decided to investigate yourself. You followed where he had run from, and sure enough, there he was, acting like a perfect stereotypical highschool bully.
"Floyd?"
At the sight of you, Floyd drops the random student, a big grin spreading across his face.
"Shrimpy!" He exclaimed.
The poor victims immediately took the chance to flee. Floyd approached you. First he grabbed your arms, giving those a light squeeze. Seeing you didn't protest, his face lit up like a kid's on Christmas, and soon your feet were off the ground. He hugged you close to him, even swinging you a bit, though gently (or, at least, as gently as Floyd can be.)
"I missed ya, Shrimpy..." He said in a surprisingly soft voice. But he didn't say anything else, just kept hugging you. You sighed.
Just how in the heck did you become the favored squeaky toy of an overgrown eel???
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