Jon went to his next class, which was History. He usually found the subject to be kind of boring, but today something caught his attention. They were studying World War I and something about its futility and chaos seemed to appeal to him.
Despite his delight at the grim subject matter, halfway through the period Jon found himself fidgeting. The actions seemed stupid and entirely unnecessary, and yet Jon couldn't help it. He stroked piercings in his ears and lip that he didn't realize weren't there a moment ago. He also failed to notice how his fingernails had lengthened and darkened until they were black talons, just as he didn't so much as blink as the hair fell away from his arms, legs, and face, as he absentmindedly brushed his hand along them. The hair atop his head was continuing to lengthen, and by the end of class, it was touching his shoulders, the dark locks beginning to take on a somewhat razored appearance.
As he made his way to the cafeteria for lunch, Jon noticed his sister in the hallway, but then blinked at the incorrect thought. Why did he think that he had a sister? The girl he spotted in the hall was definitely not related to him. He wasn't exactly sure why he thought that she was.
And he was definitely glad that she wasn't related to him. It was Zoe Sanders, the school slut. And, like always, she was wearing a tight and revealing outfit that exemplified her cleavage. Jon just didn't understand how that flirtatious whore got away with wearing so little.
Turning into the cafeteria, Jon shoved some nerd out of the way without a second thought, then made his way over to the Goth table. Already, the high school's entire Goth crowd was there. There was Zelda Whitefield, Trevor Blake, Stephanie Wright, and of course, Linda DeVries.
Jon paused a moment, thinking that Linda looked strange. But then the odd thought passed. No, Linda always looked this way. Sure she looked a bit tall and mature, but she always looked like that ... hadn't she?
"Do you mind if I sit here?" Jon asked them.
"Go right ahead," said Zelda, the cybergoth of the group.
Jon smiled and sat down.
Across the room, Karyn sat wondering if Jon would even sit next to her for lunch. They had grown apart so much over the last few years and it seemed that he held more of a liking for the Goth crowd than for her. But she still held out hope that he considered them to be friends. That was, until she spotted Jon sitting with the Goths. Her heart sank.
Linda looked across the table at Jon and felt a familiarity with him that felt kind of strange. She didn't really know the Goth all that well and only decided this morning to sit at the Goth table. She remembered being a bit fuzzy earlier that morning, not quite sure where she was supposed to be. She even thought that she had to get to work, but she didn't have a job. It was a weird half an hour that she went through after getting dressed that morning. But eventually, she got herself straightened out and headed to school.
Once she got there, she had to think a lot about which class to go to and frankly thought that there might have been something wrong with her, having memory problems like this, but eventually, she figured out which classes were hers.
By now, everything was running a lot more smoothly. She knew who she was and what she was doing. Her name was Linda DeVries and she was a 34-year old Goth woman who attended Lake Point High School as a freshman. She paused, feeling like there was something wrong with that thought, but then just shrugged it off.
When she looked at Jon, it felt like she really knew him, but before today, she didn't really know that much about the Goths and that included Jon. But regardless, that sense of familiarity was still there. Strange.
Zoe walked down the hall to her next class, swaying her hips, her high heels making a sharp click-clack with every step she took. She smiled as boys checked her out. Before that morning, she remembered that she hated girls who dressed and acted like sluts. But now, she couldn't imagine not wanting to be like this. Just look at how much attention she was attracting. Boys thought she was hot and she was hot. What was wrong with flaunting it?
She walked over to a jock named Randy Goodman and ran her hands over his muscular physique, smiling at him. "Hey, baby," she purred, letting her hand drop to his crotch, then squeezing the bulge in his pants. Zoe just felt so hot and she nearly got wet at thinking of all the things she could do with Randy. "Wanna skip the next class and do something with me instead?" she asked.
Randy just smiled and said "Sure thing, babe." Then the two of them walked down the hall and into a nearby janitor's closet. It was kind of a dirty room, but right now, Zoe felt like a dirty girl.
