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Jackson hasn't been at the school since the start of high school, not like the rest of them, and though he could be cool he doesn't try.
"I'm cooler than you," Matt says, in the lockers after squad training.
"Okay," Jackson says, spraying on some random brand of deodorant. He always manages to smell like sea salt or some shit. Matt has to pile on the Axe bodyspray just to not smell like chlorine.
"One day I'll be faster than you!" Matt says.
"Okay," Jackson says, again, and he sounds like he's laughing. Dickhead. Matt really, really doesn't get it.
