Stan kept lifting weights at the gym, much to Wendy's displeasure. Wendy didn't like that Stan would leave their date nights for intimate moments with the medicine balls and the treadmill. Deap down they knew in their heart Stan needed that scholarship to get away from the hick town. His mom even persuaded him to join the AFL team. Kenny even jeered Stan saying how he would get all the soft girls, and ogle them from afar. Every day, every night.
"Ten!" barked the coach, voice echoing around the gymnasium watching Stan hurtle across the length of the floor, and back.
"Faster, nineteen!" Coach roared
"Yes, Coach!" the rest of the room bellowed back, pumping heat as they ran
The school bell rang and everyone started for the locker rooms.
"He- Hey Stan" a familiar voice sounded, interrupting Stan's thoughts
"What, Vulmer" Stan snarled, opening his locker
"Are you sure you don't want to take them? You'll be the best on the t-t-team"
"No" Stan spat, looking down at the cripple legged man who crouched before him, "I don't want your dumb steroids"
"You're never going to get to the top any other way" Jimmy egged him, giving pretty gross looking gummy smile which irked him
"We can 't take steroids during the game" Stan snapped at him, "they check our shit"
"Urine" Vulmer intercepted smugly
"You know exactly what I meant" Stan said, slamming his door
"Don't you want that scholarship?" Jimmy pressed, "it did me wonders d-d-d-d-uring the o- - olymp- olympics"
Stand sighed, considering it "I'll think about it"
Stan snatched the rattling bottle from Jimmy's grasp and looked at the lable. They were inconspicuously in a tictac box flavored orange. The shape of the capsule said otherwise.
"You won't regret it" Vulmer smiled and hobbled off