Jon walked out of the change room to see a few cheerleaders in the same outfit he was in. They giggled and the 'leader' said,
"Jamie, always being the slut. You shouldn't cut off the top of your uniform just to show off more cleavage."
Words suddenly slip through Jon's lips.
"But it's so awesome when all the boys look at me. Don't be jealous just because no boy wants to fuck you."
"Fine, be like that, Ms. AIDS."
Jon struts off, trying to leave an impression of not showing his feelings. As soon as he got away, he thought.
"What the heck am I doing? Why did I say all those things, and they talked to me as if I knew them."
Things were certainly strange. But they got stranger as...
