"You okay Jon, you're being kind of quiet." Tiffany asked.
"Sorry, still just a little jumpy I guess. It was pretty close back there." Jon sighed.
"You're right it was. If that janitor hadn't come around we'd still be... Hey, why are you laughing?" Tiffany demanded, wondering what had caused Jon's change in attitude.
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"Sorry, it's just the way you were pouting. I couldn't help myself." Jon had been so wound up, from losing control and scanning the hall as they walked to see if he recognized anyone who'd changed that Tiffany had caught him off guard. He couldn't help finding it cute the way she was behaving.
"Sh-Shut up Jon." Tiffany raised her voice, but the way her cheeks reddened and the way she was smiling made Jon sure she was happy.
Jon liked this Tiffany. She was down to Earth...and almost sweet in public. But...in private...clearly could still be arousing...if he ever got her alone again before tomorrow. He'd promised to walk her home...and was letting her lead as he had no idea where that was. She held his hand as they walked toward the exit.
He spotted Samantha as they exited and paused. She was blond, and...well....pregnant and her eyes looked a bit red.
"Are you staring at her?" Tiffany said.
"Just...she's...pregnant..." he said.
"She's been pregnant for months...are you all right?" She asked, confused.
"I just...I guess with Mrs. Getherd...."
"Who?" Tiffany asked.
Apparently, in this reality, something had happened and Tiffany had no idea what she was talking about. "I just...earlier, it felt like I was seeing pregnant people everywhere."
Tiffany looked at him honestly. "Me too...after she got pregnant...those lectures in health class..."
