Bug Eyes View

You make a mad dash for the corner of the desk, the point closest to where his shoes are. You know you'll probably regret this later on, but right now, there's no other choice as you spot Nathaniel on his way back, carrying something. You jump at the very last second, skydiving what seemed to be 5000 feet to you. You bounce up a few inches--or in this case, probably millimeters--as you connect with the insole of the shoe. The feel of teenage sweat hits you first, and then the smell hits you second. Combined, they make your experience in the shoe miserable.

Nathaniel slams whatever he was carrying on his desk and screams, "Fuck! Where'd you go, twerp!?"

He seems infuriated...