As Jon walked to his next class, he noticed Tiffany walking past with his backpack. He immediately pulled her into the men's bathroom, which seemed oddly right to him. Tiffany however, was caught completely of guard and tried to move away from Jon.
'Jon, what the hell are you doing?! I know I'm the school slut but I'm trying to move away from that and get myself sorted for the future. And since when are you a lesbian? If you're horny you're best of looking to make love with some of the other boys that are actually perverse and want to have you.' Tiffany said.
It occurred to Jon at that moment that they must also have been mentally swapping. What if he would just be some slutty cheerleader soon? And what would happen with his family? He had to get to the stone but for some reason he felt he had something to do here after school, so he decided to stay.
After having awkwardly let go of Tiffany after she said that she would tell the school board that Jon was trying to rape her. He then decided to head to his history lesson, which he was already late for, but for some reason felt that he would be fine and could always convince his teacher after class that he wouldn't send him to the principal. When he got there, however, the teacher, whose name he'd forgotten, asked him who the hell he was.
'What do you mean I'm not meant to be here? I've had history with you since I came to this school!' Jon exclaimed, growing angry with whatever was doing this to him.
'I don't know who the hell you are, and even then you would have been late anyways and I would have had to send you to detention.' The teacher retorted.
'I'm always late...' Jon paused for a second, realizing what he'd just said. Was his mind changing now as well? He couldn't handle it and probably looked like a fool here and...
'Yes..?' Said this no named teacher breaking Jon from his thoughts.
'I was going to say that I've always had history and love the subject, and remember being at every lesson.'
'Oh yeah? Which countries were in the allies in world war 2?' Asked the teacher, to test Jon on the subject.
'Wasn't that like with Germany and the US or something?' Jon said, straining his mind. How could all of this be so hard? He knew it yesterday, why not today?
'Wrong. Now will you please leave me alone so I can carry on with my lesson?' He asked, rudely.
'Fine, your loss, fucker.' Oh my god! thought Jon. I've never, like, cussed to a teacher before! I need to get away from here. Ugh, this is such an embarrassment
Walking down the hallways of his school, he looked up his schedule for the day and it turned out that he had art class now instead of history, which really appealed to him. Sadly though, he would have to sit with Sarah as they shared that class.
As he got closer to the room however, he decided that he had already missed half the lesson and that there were probably better things for him to do in that time so he just left and decided to just head outside to stretch his legs a little.
