... Angela Vikstrom, a second-year student who was also member of the junior-varsity cheerleading squad. She lacked the grace and intensity of the varsity cheerleaders, but she was still very talented, almost six-feet tall and well-built, with firm thighs and a tight abdomen that peeked out from under her form-fitting, maroon tank top. She saw Rob and waved eagerly. His cheeks turned red and he waved back, before immediately averting his eyes. Jackson knew, along with most of their class, that both of them had crushes on each other, although neither were brave enough yet to admit it.
Jackson rubbed his temples. He felt suddenly nauseous, as if he hadn't drunk enough water... Angela's presence seemed to exacerbate his dizziness. He tried standing, but his legs seized up. He grabbed the sides of his desk to keep from falling over. "What's happening to me?" he thought, scared that he was about to pass out.
He heard Ms. Morose's voice echo inside of his head. You and Angela will become very close this year... One might say you'll be fighting for the same team.
Jackson saw Ms. Morose standing behind her desk, pointing a short, white stick at him. She was smiling. Jackson tried to yell something at her, but his mouth was sealed shut. A second later, the world turned to black, and his mind went blank. The last thing he heard was Morose speaking to him:
We'll see how easy it is, being the most envied babe in the school...
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