"I feel great," he grinned, cracking his knuckles. I edged away, afraid of what was coming next; his body language was eerily like that of my bully, Biff Meadows, and nothing good usually came from how Mikey was now acting and the subtle hints he was giving off.
"Thanks dweeb," he grinned, rolling his shoulders menacingly. I gulp and held the stone tighter, bracing for what he'd do next.
