Jon tapped his fingers on his desk, contemplating the rock. After turning some ideas over in his head for a few minutes, he decided to set the rock back in its hiding spot under the bed. It was just a day, so he'd just wait it out. Besides, he still didn't really know much about what had happened to Karyn, and he'd want to get the full report before pretending to wish away her problem. He suspected that he might be able to win some points with her as a result of this whole miniature adventure, which made him smirk.
He turned on his tv and leaned back against the headboard, putting his arms up behind his head. Either way, he'd handle it tomorrow.
Karyn had resolved to put her present predicament out of her mind for as long as she could, choosing instead to concentrate on studying for the history exam she had coming up in two days. She told herself that between the two of them, she and Jon could figure out a way to make it so people didn't think she was a total slut.
She shifted uncomfortably at her desk. She was starting to have real buyer's remorse about her new breasts. It wasn't just the new weight on her back, or the fact that everyone thought she was a slut, it was the little things--like how her chair was too low for her desk. It hadn't been a problem before, but now when she went to write, she had to rest her breasts on the desktop, where they got in the way. It wasn't ideal, but she resolved to continue her studies on her bed. Maybe she could sneak downstairs and get a cup of coffee to keep her up. She didn't want to run into her mom again though. Not until they could fix this.
As she picked up her books to make the transfer to her bed, her phone vibrated itself off her desk. She set the books down and fished it out of the pink plastic trash can it had fallen into. She hadn't been checking it as it went off, but now she could see a host of new text messages, from senders and numbers she didn't recognize.
555-232-9891: Hey btch u still mad? U should get ovr here and get up on this dick
555-238-1304: Got that algebra hmwrk done. U can pick it up after 2nd period. Wear a skirt ;)
555-232-5448: Yo going to barn party this wknd U want to come with?
555-442-6021: U lookd hot today in chem. U want to go out somrtime?
She slammed the phone down on her desk with disgust, moving her mouse and waking up her computer. A series of similar messages had come in over IM. She groaned and collapsed on her bed, suddenly freshly unsure of her ability to put up with this situation for another twelve minutes, let alone twelve hours. She hoped she could get through school without making things worse.
