[For his sixteenth his parents get him a punching bag. Usually it helps.]
Who the fuck is Scott McCall?
And where the fuck did he come from? Because last week nobody knew him.
Last week Jackson ate lunch with his girlfriend and had went bowling with his girlfriend and did stuff with his girlfriend without thinking aboutScott fucking McCall when he has no business thinking about fucking Scott McCall.
And yes, he means it like that.
Jesus Christ, he just wants everything to go back to the way it was. He just wants to rewind and start over and forget this ever happened. He just wants to go back to last week, is that too fucking much to as for?
Because Scott McCall was not a fucking problem. At fucking all.
Last week, Jackson could pin a guy to the wall, get in his face and threaten him without there being consequences. Not that kind, not any kind.
So what the fuck is this?
This dream that should have been about his girlfriend but is undeniable fucking not. No matter how many times he tries to convince himself that it was red hair not black.
It's not working. It's not fucking working okay?
He's going insane. Really. They all notice it but no one wants to say anything.
Jackson's kind of an asshole; they all just fucking deal.
But fuck, there's something about Scott McCall that makes his blood boil. That makes him forget to think about his girlfriend. That makes him go crazy and want to just hit Scott McCall in his fucking face.
Or just pin him back to that wall…
Fuck.
[His knuckles are bleeding. Don't worry though, his Lacrosse gloves cover it.]
[He just hopes they aren't broken this time.]