It was a gray, overcast day when Greg walked into Terra's hospital room with flowers in hand. She was talking with her father.

Greg, not wanting to speak to Cletus, quickly backed up into the hallway to listen.

"I made a wutcha call it? An executive decision," he said to a clearly upset Terra.

"$20,000?! You sold my virginity for $20,000?!" Terra sobbed uncontrollably.

"Dat guts lawyers said it could be held up in court fer years and witchu and yer brother bein' out of work and me bein' injured, we need the money."

Terra was at the point was screaming now, making the nurses rush in to calm her.

"You have to leave now, Mr. Louis," a nurse said, causing Greg to turn tail and leave the hospital all together.

Walking out of the front doors, he tossed out the flowers and heard that annoying southern voice call out to him.

"Hey, Greg!"

Much to his disgust, he turned to see Cletus running after him across the hospital parking lot.

Clenching his jaw, Greg peered over at his reflection in a car window.

"Don't say it!" it mouthed silently over and over.

"Hey, Greg!" Cletus panted, having finally reached the boy. "You must be here to see Terra... She's doin' good... 'Ey, can I borrow--"

The man finally looked at Greg and was immediately cut off my the kid's glare.

'Don't say it!'

"Get out of here before we kill you," Greg expressed calmly, but even without a menacing tone, Cletus didn't hesitate to scurry away.

Shoving his fists into his pockets, Greg clicked his tongue and proceeded to walk to school.

There was a moment of silence for Terra during first period, but most of the day after that flew by pretty fast and before he knew it, it was lunch time.

Greg walked his usual route to the cafeteria to stand in line for some food, grabbing a lunch tray when he suddenly felt eyes all around him.

Not bothered a bit, Greg was on his way out when he heard the booming voice of Chad Wilson at a nearby table bragging about his overwhelming confidence about the wrestling championships.

"Hope you're not stressing too hard, bro!" one of the other kids in the group said.

"Nah, I have the guts to take the glory," he grinned, "And besides, babe and I had a stress relief session the night before last."

While high-fiving his group of idiots, Greg accidentally tripped and spilled the entire content of his tray down Chad's back, sparking a seas of laughter and gasps as Chad instantly stood up.

"I-I'm so sorry!" Greg acted, subtly grinning when Chad didn't waste time in charging him.

Greg easily side-stepped the raging bull, causing Chad to slip on the fallen food and tumble into another group of kids.

"There's a crowd now," Greg muttered to him as he dodged punch after punch. "We have five minutes before teachers come running."

Easily overpowering the chaotic wrestler, Greg made the kid stumble once more into the mess on the floor countless times.

"C'mon, Chad! Fuck him up!" some kids yelled, making Chad even more erratic with his assault, allowing Greg to flip him into the ground and whisper into his ear.

"I guess they'll let any old juiced up ape into states" he sneered.

Defenseless, Chad was now pinned against the floor, unable to free himself and trying to break free as Mr. Peters pulled the two apart.

• • •

"Mr. Wilson, I understand your concern and I am trying to get to the bottom of this," Principal Myers said to Chad's father who was clearly distraught.

"No! You don't understand! I missed a huge meeting to be here!" the man yelled, his voice echoing off the office walls.

Greg's father was also there, sitting next to his son with a straight face. He had dealt with much worse scum than some loud prick in a suit.

"I want this brat expelled now or so help me I will sue every damn person in this room!"

Angered at the threats towards his son, Jack joined the screaming match, but Greg tuned it all out and mindlessly scrolled through his phone, seeing videos already posted about the fight online.

Without a word, Greg pulled one up and practically shoved it into Thomas Wilson's face.

"That could have been altered!" the man challenged, but went pale as Greg pulled up video after video, each exactly the same except from different angles.

"There appears to be several witnesses who see your son as the attacker," Principal Myers said with his hands folded calmly on his desk.

"I doubt the taxpayers can afford to bale your son out again," Greg smirked.

"Watch it, you little shit!" Mr. Wilson threatened.

"Hey!" Jack challenged, standing in front of his son.

"I'm stepping outside to speak to our lawyer about this," Mr. Wilson shot back weakly, trying to keep his composure in the presence of the intimidating officer. "Would you like an assault charge, too?"

With Jack saying nothing, Mr. Wilson left and Chad finally broke his silent from the corner of the room.

"Does this affect the wrestling meet on Saturday...?" he asked timidly.

"Well, as it stands, no. Since no actual blows made contact and no injuries were a result, I believe this whole thing can simply be resolved with exchanged apologies," Principal Myers said sternly.

'Right on schedule. Now, as for the sue happy father...' Greg thought to himself as the principal continued.

"However, if there happens to be a pending court case--"

Just then, Mr. Wilson walked back in.

"My lawyers and advisors think it wise to let you off with a warning, but tread very lightly," he said, narrowing his gaze and grabbing his son by the shoulder to pull him out the door.

On the drive home, Jack couldn't figure out what to say. It was obvious that his son was getting back at Chad, but he did it pretty precisely. Did he plan all of that?

As they pulled into the driveway, he turned to his son.

"Your mother thinks you sprained your ankle at school," he stated firmly before leading them inside.

Later that night, Greg laid in his bed and looked at the ceiling.

"The human body is amazing," he whispered to himself. "A few extra drops of testosterone and it performs way past normal limits. Too many drops and it flies into violent rage."

• • •

Chad was grunting as he furiously hit the heavybag, making it swing like a pendulum from the ceiling of the basement.

As he dropped to the mat and did several rounds of push ups, he thought about Greg.

He thought about every punch making contact with his cocky face.
He thought of those empty eyes going glassy.
He thought about Terra finding him like that and how she would react.

"That would teach 'em," he grunted to himself, but the thoughts just kept coming, this time turning to doubt.

Chad had trained all summer, but still couldn't touch Greg. Not even his father's lawyers could apparently.

Chad angerly threw himself up and stormed up to his room where he went straight for the bathroom medicine cabinet. He snatched up one of his many illegal bottles and filled up a syringe with the drug, admiring his body in the mirror.

"A few more pounds and I'll kick his ass!" he smirked, slamming the needle into his ass cheek.

Within a few seconds, his whole body was burning with an unusual pain so intense that he couldn't even scream. He collapsed to the floor and began to vomit everywhere.

• • •

"It is truly amazing what happens when the numbers in your body are slightly off," Greg smiled to himself before rolling over and falling asleep...