Shorts
Ponyboy runs track. And lately the cheerleaders have started to cheer at track meets. So I figured I'd run too. How hard could it be?
I tripped on the hurdles, and they fell like dominoes, hitting some guy at the end...
Apparently, you can't slow down every time you see a pretty girl during races...
I threw the shot fifty feet...onto the coach's foot...
I threw the disk eighty feet...into the cheer leading pyramid...
And in the long jump, I did a face plant in the sand.
Finally, I tried the pole vault. Pony says anyone who tries to jump over a stick in the air, using a pole is crazy. Naturally, I kicked ass. Coach said I had real potential...from the stretcher.
So I practiced every day. No really! I heard my competition was some Soc named Chad. And I was really good at it too!
Finally, the big day arrived. All the students and parents were sitting in the bleachers, cheering us on. Ponyboy won his event.
Anyway, back to what's really important: ME. So I stretched, and got pumped (crocked), and got ready. The Soc jumped really high. Almost eleven feet. But I was in the zone, man!
So I got up there, bowed to my adoring fans, and concentrated. I ran as fast as I could, stuck the pole in the slot, and jumped twelve feet! I landed on the mat, stood up, and looked at the crowd, waiting for them to cheer. But it's quiet.
Too quiet.
I felt a breeze, and looked down. My shorts had fallen off. I looked back up, grinned, and said, "To all you ladies out there, you're welcome." And walked off with as much dignity as I could muster.
I wasn't wearing any underwear.
a/n: Sorry for the LOOOONG awaited update, but here it is! :D