With a little strain, you pull yourself out of Jim's sneaker and tumble onto the squeaky linoleum hall ground. Luke, a blond haired swimming champ and all around jock, stands the closest to you, shutting his locker. You dive onto his foot, sure that he's likely to leave the school grounds soonest, giving you a free ride to safety.
Luke is wearing brown velcro-strapped sandals, camo three-quarter pants and a white sweat shirt, showing off his tanned, chiseled biceps. As his huge foot swings forward, you cling to the thick strap, eagerly awaiting the open exit doors.
But then, a particularly lurching step sends you tumbling, head-over-heels, and you land instead on the tip of the leather-soled sandal.
The big-footed jock has no excess room in his sandals, but his foot hadn't fully flattened after his previous step yet, so his toes were still arched in the air, leaving a small space on the sandal for you to land. Now the mammoth toes come down, gripping your tiny body, and with each step the pressure forces you to slide awkwardly under the pad of the bronze god's sweaty foot.
You're trapped. Only your head is left poking out, conveniently cleaning out the toe jam between the teen's big and second biggest toe, completely unbeknownst to him. You choke, spluttering, trying to expel the sweat that's being pushed into your mouth. Luke has terrible, manly foot odour, like rotting pumpkin, and your mouth is so full of sweat and toejam you're forced to take big, deep breaths through your nose, enduring the smell for a good half hour until Luke arrives at his beautiful, beachside home.
In his room, Luke rips the velcro straps open and lifts his feet. You see him sniffing them, one by one and savouring the smell. "Aaahh.." then he plants his feet on the ground near his sandals and..