After Walter walked into the school, he noticed a crowd of shouting people. It was probably another fight. They happened every now and then. As he usually did, he gave the crowd a wide berth. He wasn't interested in fights. He had enough memories of getting beat up through his own experience. He didn't want to watch someone else go through what he had gone through so many times.
After he walked past the crowd, someone grabbed his shoulder, making him cringe. He didn't like to be touched that way.
"Hey, man." It was Steve Farber. "What's with you?"
"Uh, nothing. I'm just nervous."
"What do you have to be nervous about?" Steve waited for an answer, but when he didn't get one, he moved on. "I wanted to show you something. Come on." He directed Walter down one of the hallways, but then stopped. "Hold on for a minute." He walked away from Walter and towards a geeky-looking boy. Walter didn't recognize him at first, but then he realized that it was Randy Goodman.
"Hey, Goodman," Steve said, approaching him.
Randy looked in his direction and smiled. "Steve! It's great to see you. You wouldn't believe what ..."
Steve grabbed the front of his shirt. "You better wipe that smile off your face, dweeb."
Randy looked confused. "Steve. It's me. Randy. Don't you remember?"
"Sure, I remember. You're my ticket to success."
"Huh? I don't understand."
"You've got something for me, I think."
Randy still looked confused.
Steve tightened his grip on him. "My science homework, you pathetic loser. Now, give it to me."
"I ... I didn't ..." Randy stuttered.
"You better not be saying that you didn't do it. Because you know what will happen next."
Randy didn't know what he was talking about. But Walter did. He had first-hand experience of Steve's sense of justice, which was no justice at all.
"Leave him alone, Steve," Walter said.
At the sound of Walter's voice, Randy looked past Steve and saw a jock wearing a football jersey. It was labeled as number 51, which used to be his number.
Steve looked back at his "new" friend. He seemed puzzled by Walter's suggestion. But then said "Fine," and turned back to Randy.
"Don't worry, Goodman. My science class isn't until sixth period. You still have until then to get it done. But if you fail to do that, you'll be spending your weekend in the hospital. You got that?"
Randy nodded.
Steve let go of his shirt, but then knocked the books out of Randy's hands. "Oops," he said, meanly.
"Come on, Smack," Steve said to Walter, putting his arm around his shoulder and directing him back down the hall. As they walked, Walter looked back at Randy. He never thought he'd ever see Randy so hurt or even just a little scared.
After a few seconds of walking, Steve said "Now this is what I wanted to show you." He pointed down the hall at a girl who had the general appearance of a slut, with a very revealing outfit. As she walked in their direction, she checked out the guys that she passed. And a few of the guys checked her out as well. "Do you know who that is?"
Walter squinted. "Nadine?" He couldn't believe it.
"That's right. Nadine Ferguson." Nadine was last person that anyone would ever think would be a slut. She was totally against that kind of lifestyle. Steve breathed in deeply at the sight of her, then smiled. "Now she's 100% woman. Just the way I like them."
"How did this happen?" Walter asked.
"I woke up in bed with her this morning and she was totally different," he said, leaving it at that and not going into detail about what really happened. "If only the same thing could happen to rest of the girls around here. Like maybe that geek Leeson. I'd love to see her suck my dick."
"Stay away from her," Walter ordered, getting defensive.
Steve looked astonished at Walter's statement. "Smack, what hell's wrong with you? You've been acting strange ever since you got here."
Walter backed down and said "Nothing." He didn't know how Steve would react if he knew what he really was.
When Nadine got closer, Steve walked towards her and grabbed her. "Looking for me, baby?"
She smiled lustfully at him. "Actually, yeah." Then she kissed him, with her tongue.
Walter watched, but his mind was on other things. Was this what he was supposed to be? A bully and womanizer? He closed his eyes, thinking that if he opened them again, this nightmare would be over and his normal life would be back. But when he opened them, he was still a jock. And he was still best friends with Steve "The Stud" Farber.
