Written for ErynPotter's 100 stories under 100 words challenge.
I used the prompt Sock.
Word-count: 100
"You forgot your sock."
Dudley looked back. Piers handed him a black sock.
One of those fancy socks. Thin, soft fabric.
"That's not mine!"
"Sorry…" Piers' face stared to become red.
The changing-room reeked of sweat.
Manly, heavy sweat.
Dudley smelled of shampoo. A manly shampoo.
They left the boxing-center. Dudley one step ahead of Piers.
Piers always watched Dudley box. Watched him beat up guys larger than him.
Watched him sweat.
Flex. Pant.
"Why would I use a sock like that?" Dudley said, suddenly.
Piers stepped in a puddle. "I'm sorry, Dudley…"
"Do you use socks like that?"
"No."