The teacher had stepped out in the hall to speak to someone. The class immediately broke into chatter. Ty
reached across the table and touched Jack's arm.
"Say, Jack, how badly do you want to be elected royalty at the prom?" Ty asked with a wicked smile.
"Dude, you're not eligible to vote-," Jack said and then he paused. The world paused in silence.
Jack blinked and looked across the table. Ty was 18 now. He was tall and buff. Jack felt a bit confused he
licked his lips, and answered the question again, "Uh, Ty, I hope I can count on your vote."
Ty grinned. Dawson would be fun.
Jack blinked, as Ty adjusted his mind to its former state. All the changes that Ty made would be obvious to
Jack and only Jack. Ty grinned.
"Dude? You're like two years older and six inches taller? How?" Jack asked.
"Quiet, Mr. Dawson!" snapped the history teacher. "You and Ty can kibbutz after class about which of you will
make the better prom king."
"He's running for prom king? But he's only a frosh!"
"Jack," said the teacher, "Ty is a senior. In fact, he's got more class credits than you do. I know you don't
always pay attention to me in class, but now I realize you don't pay attention to anyone but yourself." He
shook his head. "Now class, let's get back to the Cold War."
Jack kept stealing glaring glances over at Ty, but he kept quiet. The bell rang, and Ty stood and put on his
letterman's jacket. Jack looked up at Ty. Ty was a few inches taller than Jack now.
Jack headed over to his buddy, Steve, and whispered, "What's with Ty?"
"Jack, don't get upset. I'm still voting for you, even if most of the team is voting for the team captain -
Ty."
"I'm the team captain?" Jack said in a confused voice.
"Don't have a break down, Jack. You ran and lost, but I'm supporting you, and most of the cheerleaders are
too. If you could only get the gay vote, you'd beat Ty."
"The gay vote?"
"I know at least a dozen guys that would change their votes if you gave them bjs."
"What?"