"It's is also not as if we traded places with anyone. You don't look like anyone I recognize... " She paused. "I mean... from before."
"What are you talking to Little Miss Perfect for, " a voice said, coming up from behind Nadine. She turned. "None of your... "
It was Paul Anderson, one of her best friends. Only...it wasn't quite him. For one, he was dressed darkly, like a Goth, although better than Trevor Blake, the school's lone Goth boy right now...or was he, the way today was going.
He looked really sexy, Nadine's brain told her. She had tried to stay away from such lustful thoughts in the past, and she'd never considered Paul as anything but a friend, but now...
"What's wrong, babe?" Paul said. "You look surprised to see me."
"Paul...something is very different today," she said. "I don't understand it. Yesterday, you, Tina, and I were..."
"Tina? My ex-girlfriend? What about her?" He asked, confused. "Have you been talking to her about me?" He looked a little annoyed about that. "You know how she is."
