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— The following day, after Scott's unexpected and sudden reflexes, Jackson had managed to forcefully drag Nicolas along with him to confront Scott.
Although Nicolas was very against it, he allowed Jackson to drag him to where Scott was. Scott had just put his backpack into his locker when Jackson angrily slammed it shut.
The three boys were already geared out in their lacrosse gear for the last day of tryouts. The sudden appearance of Jackson seemed to have startled Scott because he visibly flinched and blinked rapidly.
"All right, little man," Jackson started as he was trying to intimidate Scott, which didn't take a lot of effort.
Nicolas was visibly confused as he raised an eyebrow. 'Little? He's literally taller than you by like an inch.'
"How 'bout you tell me where you're getting your juice?" Scott looked at his blankly as he blinked a few times. "What?"
Jackson looked at Scott as though he were stupid. "Where. Are. You. Getting. Your. Juice?" He repeated in a slow, mocking tone while emphasizing every syllable.
'Repeating it isn't gonna help.' Nicolas silently watches the scene before him with a very indifferent look on his face.
Scott blinked earnestly, very much not understanding. "My mom does all the grocery shopping."
Jackson, radiating in anger, tried to keep his cool as he spoke. "Now, listen, McCall—you're gonna tell me exactly what it is and who you're buying it from, because there's no way in hell you're out there kicking ass on the field like that without some sort of chemical boost."
Scott's eyes widened in realization as Nicolas tried his hardest not to laugh at the boys slow brain. "Oh, you mean steroids!"
Scott then frowned his eyebrows in thought, "Are you on steroids?"
Jackson, having lost his patience and temper, shoved Scott against the locker and pins him there.
Nicolas quickly took action and pulled Jackson off while placing a hand on both boys' chests to keep them from fighting, physically at least.
"Woah, let's not do something you might regret now, Jackson." Nicolas kept his usual dead-eyed, blank expression as he looked at Scott to make sure he was okay.
"Ok, but honestly, what is going on with you, Scott? People don't just get better at stuff over the course of one night." Nicolas stared at Scott, unintentionally intimidating him with his dead stare.
Scott, who had already seemed very stressed out, ends up answering the question honestly and without taking a singular breath.
"What's going on with me? You really wanna know? Well, so would I! Because I can see, hear, and smell things that I shouldn't be able to see, hear, and smell. I do things that should be impossible; I'm sleepwalking three miles into the middle of the woods, and I'm pretty much convinced that I'm totally out of my freaking mind!"
