As you hurried to your first period class, you replayed what just happened through your mind, trying to figure out what the hell just happened. You began to worry that maybe those gay beach bunnies had done something to you, or maybe to your friends, but right now you couldn't dwell on it. You needed to focus all your attention on getting to class before you're too late. Maybe the teacher Mr. Johnson will overlook your slight tardiness and give you a pass this time.
Walking into the classroom, you took your seat in the back, right next to your friend Kenneth. Like Jim, Kenneth was also a jock, and even more of a womanizer. Upon seeing him, you unwillingly took the spray can out of your backpack, then sprayed him in the face. It looked like he was about to angrily protest what you just did, but then he fell into a trance and didn't make a sound.
You, however, did make a sound, as you began to give Kenneth his programming. You were loud enough to catch the attention of Mr. Johnson, unfortunately.
"Jack," the teacher said to you. "Can you please stop talking?" When you didn't, he came over and shook your shoulder. "Jack, stop talking." But you didn't. You kept on giving Kenneth his programming, the same programming that you unknowingly gave Jim.
Then both of you came out of your trances.
"Jack, are you listening to me?" Mr. Johnson said, angrily.
You're startled. How did the teacher get so close to you all of a sudden, and why was he mad at you? All the students in the class were staring at you. What was their problem?
Turning, you look at Kenneth and notice that he's sitting differently, most notably with his legs crossed effeminately and his hands limp at his wrists. It was the way Jim looked out in the hallway earlier. It was happening again? What was going on?
"Jack, if you're quite finished, I think I'll be going back to my lecture now," Mr. Johnson said, before heading to the front of the class.
"Uh, sorry," you said, although you're still not quite sure what you should be sorry about, since you weren't aware of what happened. Apparently, it was enough for the teacher to overlook whatever you did, and he continued to teach the class.