At lunch period, Simon found himself the center of attention. He was going to be the new basketball team center, and everyone wanted to sit with him. Well, almost everyone, Jake Daniels the quarterback was relieved when Simon seemed slated for the basketball team. He had positively cringed when the other jocks had pronounced Simon the new quarterback. Simon glanced over at Jake, he was surrounded by prettier girls and hotter more popular guys that were currently paying court to Simon.
He wondered if he got another dose of the jock juice if he might be even more popular than Jake.
As lunch break was winding down, Simon sidled over to Curt who had put the chemical they'd used on Simon into his back pack.
"Say that's some potent stuff," Simon said nodding at the rucksack.
"Yeah, but it's for one use only. Believe me you wouldn't want to overdose on that stuff. It's one thing to be a jock like us, it's another to be a jock--" the bell rang, "Shoot gotta run, catch you later, Sy!"
And he was off.
Simon didn't think about what Curt had said. His eyes just locked on the backpack as it retreated from view. Then he sprinted after his quarry.
Turned out Curt was headed to his wrestling class, and just as he entered the locker room, Simon caught up with him. Swiftly Simon knocked Curt down and pillaged the product out of his pack.
Curt raised his hand and said, "NO! Don't!"
But it was too late, Simon greedily emptied the entire bottle on to his head and rubbed the chemical all over his body as if he were bathing in the stuff.
Curt just sat on the concrete floor shaking his head.
Simon started to grow bigger, like the incredible hulk almost, but then something happened. Simon felt dizzy and nauseous and had to steady himself against the wall.