"But I don't know the first thing about gym or nutrition! I'm barely 130 lbs!" I exclaimed feeling alert but disjointed.
Mr. Anderson sighed heavily, obviously tired of this conversation. "If you had been paying any attention to what I've been saying you'd have realized..." His tired gaze swung over to look at me, he gave me an appraising glance and huffed. "It appears you are very familiar with weightlifting, it seems you are quite the athlete."
I stared confused. He shook his head disapprovingly and went back to stocking the pantry. I felt weirdly odd and wanted a glass of water. Though I felt sure the glasses were in the third cabinet from the left of the microwave, in the kitchen, I didn't want to deal with Superintendent Anderson's disapproving glare any longer. Somehow I felt equally sure that there was a glass in the upstairs bathroom.
I stumbled back feeling my weight proportioned oddly about my body and unsure of how to deal with what he told me emotionally. Everything is weird I concluded, I feel weird, I sound weird, things happening are weird, and although my boss was speaking calmly and using words properly, it all sounded like gibberish, which was weird. "I just want some water." I mumbled as the spell dug deeper.
I headed back upstairs and heard more noises from the kitchen, for a brief moment I was alarmed but then I recalled with a chuckle, I had just been in there talking to a friend and don't care that they are over. They explained the reason, it sounded insane and you couldn't make sense of it enough to recall, but they weren't hurting anything and I'm exhausted.
"Water!" The thought jumped into your brain with urgency, like your subconscious was trying to warn you or something. The stairs groaned under my weight in their familiar way as I reached the top. For a brief second the world seemed unfamiliar and I panicked. I then realized what was going on. I must have grabbed my former roommates food from the fridge on accident, when I moved. That fucker has me tripping balls the night before my new job! Shit like this has happened before, its easy to identify pot in butter, or other foods but sometimes the aspiring chef makes edibles indistinguishable from normal food.
"Freaking out won't help." I tried to calm myself. "It will just raise your heart rate and you won't be able to fall asleep." I got to the bathroom and turned on the light. I found the glass, and filled it with water. I chugged the glass and refilled it several times. Randomly drugging myself on accident makes me thirsty I guess. It was weird, I didn't feel drugged.
I looked up and saw myself in the mirror, something was off... I looked... young? old? Like I was a smaller version of Mr. Matthews our Gym teacher. My face had a permanent shadow which excited me, but I had it since 17... but I'm 16 now. I was built, but not as built as senior year of college. Oddly enough, it felt like I was significantly heavier than normal. I lifted up my t-shirt to see a 4 pack of abs. I was never so defined and muscular! I mean, I lost those 2 years ago, when I turned 20 I started drinking at the parties regularly and although I didn't get fat, I did fill out.
"Yep, I'm drugged and nothing will make sense till it wears off." I set the glass down and headed back to bed, I had a big day tomorrow and needed to salvage what I could from the night. My alarm is set for 3am so I can go for a run, shower, shave... I crawled into bed, the mattress sagging under my muscular 235 lbs. (205 currently)
My brain crystallized a final thought, "It's a trap, this isn't you, your just a kid!" I dismissed the thought and laughed, drugged nerves suck. I might have enjoyed the high if I expected it and wasn't nervous about the job tomorrow. With pride at all I had accomplished and how my life is coming together, I mumbled a retort to the annoying voice, "I was just a kid, but the student has become the teacher." With that I drifted off to sleep.