"Hey, man," Steve said, walking up to Walter, who was getting his first-period books out of his locker. "Why'd you bail on me? You could have gotten a little something from Nadine too, you know. Like I always say, girls are good for only two things: kissing and fucking. And, man, Nadine is really good for both."
"I'm not interested," Walter said, closing his locker door. "Just leave me alone." He turned and walked away, but Steve wasn't going to give up.
Catching up with him, Steve asked "What's up with you, Smack? You've been acting really weird."
Walter stopped in his tracks and turned to Steve. "My name is Walter!"
Steve's eyes bulged at his friend's sudden anger. He had no idea where it was coming from. Up until that morning, Walter was acting perfectly normal. But now he was shying from some of the best sex of his life? And was protecting dorks like Randall Goodman? What the hell was wrong with him?
Walter continued walking to his first class of the day, leaving behind a completely stunned and confused Steve Farber.
