"Dude, you gotta, like, chill," Steve Farber said, after taking another drag.
Margaret turned towards Athena. "Okay, seriously. What is going on here?"
"How should I know? I just saw Steve at school today and he didn't look like that," she said, pointing at him. They both looked at him. He was a hippie, but more precisely, he was a pothead. And it looked like he was one for a while. This wasn't something that could just happen.
"You know, if you girls want, I can hook you up with the Preacher," Steve said. "He can, like, get you exactly what you need. The stuff he gave me let me touch the sky." He took another drag, smiling.
"Preacher? Who's he talking about?" Athena asked.
Margaret had no idea.
Unknown to the two girls (but not unknown to Steve) the Preacher was Jacob Foster. In another life, he was the preacher of a Baptist church, but in this reality the word had a totally different meaning. Jacob preached (spread of the word, so to speak) about peace and love, the whole nine yards of new ageism. And when he did so, he was usually high on one of his concoctions. No one really took him seriously. Except for maybe other hippies.
"Hey, babe. Lookin' for some fun?" asked Randy Goodman, the only remaining person from the previous Stud Trio and Stud Duo. Steve became a pot-smoking hippie and Trevor became a nice guy who was respectful of the opposite sex. So the only stud left was Randy, hence his new name in this reality: Randy "The Stud" Goodman.
"You bet I am," Zoe said, walking sexily over to him and going straight to making out with him with no hesitation. Shortly later, they were fucking each other behind the bushes.
Randy wasn't a stalker. He just followed Zoe and Trevor here to try to sabotage their "relationship", but it seemed like Trevor did it all for him. The guy might have been a great football player, but he totally sucked when it came to girls. Especially girls like Zoe Merlin. Zoe was a slut, so you treat her like one. Simple as that. But from what he knew of Trevor, he would never use a girl like that. Such a shame. Oh well. More sex for Randy then.
Trevor sighed, still sitting in his car. The sun was already down over the horizon and the light was slowly draining from the sky. What was he thinking? Dating Zoe Merlin? The only thing that girl was interested in was sex. Yeah, he was a jock, but not all jocks were sex-crazy maniacs. No, Trevor wasn't gay. He liked girls. But he just ...
He sighed again. "I wish ..."
