Randy walked into the room of his first period class. It was Literature. Not a subject he was really interested in, but the girls in the class were hot. It seemed as though the opposite sex was the drive for most of his decision making.
He remembered walking into that same exact classroom just one day ago. Girls wooed at his presence. He was a sex god, and they all knew it. But now, all the girls that nearly worshiped him before were trying desperately to stay away from him. Both in the halls and here, he had already heard all the names now associated with him. Geek, nerd, dweeb, dork, even pizza-face (because of his acne-filled face). He was an ugly unpopular unwanted loser. How was he supposed to exist like this?
He sat down in his usual seat, in the back of the room (so he could check out all the girls). But when he looked at them this time, something was wrong. He didn't feel the same attraction he had before. Fearing that he might be gay, he looked at a couple of guys in the room. There was no attraction at all. He wasn't gay. It's just that he wasn't obsessively horny for girls. It was such a strange feeling. It felt like something was missing.
After the first bell of the school day rang, the teacher strolled in and began to teach.
