"Are you ready?" Melissa Smith suddenly asked him.
But he had no idea what he was supposed to be ready for. So, he ended up saying "Almost."
"Well, you better hurry up. You don't want to be late. Especially since there's a new teacher. I really hope this new one is better than the old one, because Mr. Grant always gave me C's. I guess my charms weren't as good as yours."
Steve had heard a rumor that Tiffany had sex with Mr. Grant to get her grades up. Did this mean that Steve (or rather Stacy) had sex with Mr. Grant, and not Tiffany, in this new messed up reality?
They walked into the classroom and Steve felt a cramp in his gut. And no, it had nothing to do with his pregnancy. The teacher sitting behind the desk was none other than Ms. Fletcher. She was the new teacher.
Melissa noticed Steve's hesitation and asked him what was wrong. He couldn't tell her. She'd think he was nuts, of course. And who could blame her? She ...
Suddenly, all of Steve's thoughts stopped, as he stared at a plain geeky-looking girl sitting at the back of the class. "That's Tiffany," he said.
Melissa looked at the girl. "Tiffany Sanders? What about her?"
For one thing, she wasn't pregnant. For another, she didn't look overly sexy or slutty like Steve remembered. In fact, she looked just sort of average.
"You know, I heard that she's still a virgin," Melissa whispered, pulling Steve to his seat. "Can you believe that?"
No, he definitely couldn't.
