"JUSTIN! , What the FUCK do you think you're doing? I've been looking for my sports drink all afternoon and here it is with you?" Stephen yelled at Justin.
Stephen was the Captain of the football team at 6' even, he had a wide chest and a well defined 6-pack.
He had sizeable calves and biceps. Every part of his body was a reminder of the time that he put into the gym training.
Justin shocked tried to say that it wasn't but all that came out was a meek stuttered "B-B-But i"
"Well you had better have been working on MY homework to pass the science lessons. Because if I fail then you will be on the receiving end of football practice"
Stephen grabbed the drink bottle, squirted some of the drink into his mouth before swallowing it all while leaving the lab.
Justin realised that he was watching Stephen talk so much that he didn't know what was taken, hastily checking the bottles Justin realised what had happened.
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