"I gotta get to class," Evan mumbled, and walked off, mildly amused at Amelia's about-face.
"Wow, I never thought that bitch would back down like that," said Mitch. "Usually she yells up a storm if we get inside five feet of her."
They didn't have any time to dwell on it, barely making it to history class with only seconds to spare as usual. Nothing unusual happened in history, at least nothing supernatural. Evan noticed some of the girls glancing over at him on occasion. His first thought was that his fly was open, his second, that he has something on his face; it's not until his third thought that he realized that they were probably looking because of his new look. It's also about this time that he realized what had happened in the hallway, and mentally smacked himself.
Evan kind of wanted to stay and talk to some of the girls who were checking him out, but he had to run all the way back to the other side of the school again due to P.E. class. He waved goodbye to Mitch and Sara and took off, thinking about how he got half his workout spending all day running all over the school.
More girls turned their heads to look at him in the hallway as he ran past. Evan made it to the locker room and popped his locker, noticing that his P.E. outfit seemed larger to account for his new body, quickly threw on his gym clothes. |