Jon was surprised to find it was Mrs, Getherd, or he guessed he should be calling her Angela now. If he hadn't looked up her profile earlier he was sure he'd have no idea who the Black girl behind him was.
"I know I'm pretty Jon, but I'm not the only one who'll get upset if you don't keep moving." Angela teased after getting her food. She was appreciative of the way Jon was looking at her, but she was also hungry.
Jon quickly got moving, feeling dumb as people behind him were giving him dirty looks. He couldn't exactly explain what he'd been trying to do with Karyn, or the random lunch lady as everyone else saw her. He'd be mad too if someone was keeping him from lunch to try some prank or whatever.
"What was all that about with your phone anyway?" Angela asked, walking with Jon as they paid for their food.
"It doesn't matter. I didn't think things out enough and I just feel stupid." Jon said, looking down at the food he'd picked. He'd managed to not get anything he liked, but it would be too awkward going back to get something else.
"How did you know her name anyway?" Angela had picked up on some of the conversation Jon had with the lunch lady, and she was interested in what he'd been doing.
"I just, I know her from somewhere, and when I tried to remind her of it I messed up." Jon sighed, telling the truth without really saying anything.
"You sound like you have something on your mind. Do you want to talk about it?" Angela asked as they made their way through the cafeteria.
"I appreciate it Angela, but Samantha beat you to it. I guess I'm just worrying everyone lately." Jon let out a sad chuckle. Here he was getting kindness from strangers and people he barely knew in the roles of his friends and family. Meanwhile his friends and family either hated him or barely knew him.
"Listen to me Jon." Angela said firmly, turning him to look her in the eye. "I don't know what's up with you and that lady, but I do know you're a good guy. If Samantha hadn't had dibs being the childhood best friend I'd have snatched you up for myself. I don't want to see you all mopey and down on yourself. I want to see the guy I admire, goofy as he can be, but happily hanging out with his friends."
Jon didn't know if he was close to Angela in this reality, but her words meant a lot to him. He smiled to himself, knowing he had made her short list for husband candidates. A momentary daydream of him ending up with Angela from this reality, and coming home to her in twenty years to find her too pregnant to get up while their kids walked around their house warmed his heart. He hadn't known much of Mrs. Getherd's personality besides her being a nice teacher before, but even knowing she'd be there for a friend like this felt like it may be worth learning new things about the people he'd forced to change.
"If Samantha and I hadn't gotten together first I have no doubt I wouldn't be able to resist you." She looked proud as he said that, and puffed out her chest. He decided to tease her with some of his knowledge. "Too bad, we'd have had some cute kids together. How many would you have wanted? I sort of like the idea of a big family. Maybe I've been around Mrs. Getherd too much lately."
Jon noticed Angela squirm a little. He suspected she was imagining what life would be like married to him and having as many kids as Zelda. He felt bad again, knowing all Zelda's children were actually hers anyway, even the baby Zelda was possibly still in labor with now.
'Damn it, you're so lucky Samantha. If you ever break up I'm going for Jon. If he thinks it's a joke now I want him to be there changing the diapers of all our kids and giving me foot rubs. I bet we could even beat Mrs. Getherd if we tried. She's only having her first twins now."
Angela imagined herself twenty years from now, her belly laden with twins. She could perfectly picture her breasts ripe and filled with milk, her mammeries massive from producing milk for all their kids. She already had a fat butt, but she could see herself with the proportions of the old fertility idols, with thick belly rolls and hips so wide they'd brush door frames. Jon would be there, hid milky hands rubbing her distended belly. He'd find her so sexy he wouldn't be able to help himself, and within months, or even weeks they'd find they were expecting again.
"Angela?" Jon asked, finding his former teacher had stopped.
"We'd beat Mrs. Getherd Jon. You and I would break records together." She said dreamily, slowly realizing what she had said out loud she shook her head to snap herself out of her fantasy. "Uh, anyway, say hi to Samantha for me. I just remembered something I need to take care of."
Jon watched Angela walk off. He couldn't help watching her booty bounce as she left.
