The big bull-2

He led me to the door at the end of the hallway. He entered into a small bedroom. I looked around and couldn’t believe how little it seamed for such a big guy.

“My price for getting my own room was that I got a smaller one.” He chuckled.

His twin bed was pushed against one wall and a desk and dresser were against the other. Only a narrow space was between them. He started searching through the top drawer of the dresser. He had lots of football, wrestling and weight lifting posters all over his walls.

“I threw it in here after I found it,” he informed me. I stood in the door way waiting. The air in his room was very warm and humid.

“Here it is.” And he turned and was about to hand it to me.

“Thanks a lot… Chris.”

“Oh, you know my name?”

Embarrassed that I did, I tried to cover, “Well sure, I mean, don’t most people, you are a major player on the team and all.”

He smiled, looking kind of skeptical. I shared with him who had invited me to the party. “It’s cool that Tyler told you to come, even if it’s not your thing. But no one calls me Chris, except my folks. Everyone at school knows me as ‘Big Bull’, for my last name Bullock,” he paused and then added, “among other things.”