Jack opened the door just enough to peek out, his broad shoulders blocking the room from view. “Coach? What’s going on?” His tone was cautious, and Matt, tucked in the dark desk drawer, strained to hear over the pounding of his tiny heart.
Coach Stevens’ voice was sharp, urgent. “Jack, I need you at the gym. Now. Emergency team meeting. Some idiot posted a video from practice that’s got the league breathing down our necks. We’re sorting this out tonight.”
Jack hesitated, and Matt could practically feel the tension radiating from him. “Uh… now? I was just about to—” He stopped, clearly scrambling for an excuse.
“Now, Jack,” Coach cut in, his tone leaving no room for argument. “You’re team captain. I need you there to keep the guys in line. Five minutes, gym locker room. Don’t make me come back.” His heavy footsteps started to retreat, but he called back, “And bring your head in the game this time!”
Jack cursed under his breath as he shut the door, locking it quickly. He opened the drawer, his fingers carefully lifting Matt out and setting him on the desk. Matt swayed, still dizzy from his earlier ordeal in Jack’s briefs, and now the new threat of Jack leaving him alone sent a fresh wave of panic through him.
“Sorry, man,” Jack said, his green eyes apologetic. “I can’t skip this. Coach’ll drag me out himself if I don’t show.” He ran a hand through his hair, clearly torn. “I can’t take you with me—not to a packed meeting. Too risky with Jacob and the others there.”
Matt’s stomach dropped. “So… what? You’re leaving me here?” His voice cracked, the idea of being alone in his shrunken state terrifying. What if someone else came by? What if whoever shrank him was watching?
Jack knelt to meet Matt’s tiny gaze, his voice steady. “You’ll be safe here. I’ll lock the door, and no one’s got a key. Hide in the drawer if you hear anything weird. I’ll be back in an hour, tops.” He grabbed a small piece of cloth—a corner of a torn t-shirt—and draped it over Matt like a blanket. “Stay put, okay? I’m not letting anything happen to you.”
Matt clutched the cloth, his mind racing. “What if… what if they come for me? Whoever did this?” His voice was barely a squeak, but the fear was loud.
Jack’s expression darkened. “They’d have to get through me first. And trust me, they don’t want that.” He stood, grabbing his jacket. “I’ll figure out what’s going on at this meeting and be back before you know it. Just… stay strong, Matt.”
Matt nodded, though dread settled in his chest like a stone. Jack gave him one last reassuring look before heading out, the door clicking locked behind him. Alone in the dim room, Matt huddled under the cloth, the faint musk of Jack still clinging to him from earlier. The silence was deafening, broken only by the distant creak of the dorm’s old pipes. Every sound made him flinch, his tiny body tense with the fear that whoever shrank him might know exactly where he was.
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