Cody headed straight for the bus. First girl off was Dolores Clapp, carrying her clarinet case; she glanced over at him, but kept walking. Fine with Cody, since he wanted someone more attractive.
Jennifer Chang definitely fit the bill. Cody matched her stride.
”Hey, Jen,” he said.
”It’s Jennifer,” she corrected, not sounding particularly happy. “What do you want?”
”What do I want? What do you think I want?” he asked.
”Not in a million years,” said Jennifer.
”You’re turning down this body?”
”Yes,” replied Jennifer icily, and quickened her stride toward the school building.
Mike had spotted the redheaded cheerleader Meghan McConnell with her boyfriend, who he thought was on the track team. He walked up to the two of them and said to Meghan, “Hey, babe, wouldn’t you rather have a real man?”
The boyfriend chuckled. Meghan said, “Jeff’s more of a man than you’ll ever be with those overgrown muscles.” The two of them walked away without saying anything else.
Standing next to the parking lot, Kevin saw Wendy Richards coming in and said, “Hey, babe, why don’t we go back to your car?”
”And do what?” asked Wendy.
”Hey, you can’t very well meet what’s in my pants in public,” said Kevin with an arched eyebrow. “Or would you be into that?”
Wendy glared. “I know Ms. Hamilton warned you about the harassment. Say one more thing and I’ll report you again.” She walked off quickly.
Meanwhile, after attempting to hit on the petite Amy Lewis, Justin got slapped in the face -- and she had to reach above her own head to do so. He briefly thought about wishing to turn her into a troll, but then reconsidered.
The four friends reconnoitered at the tree.
”I assume you had the same luck I did,” grumbled Cody.
”I don’t understand,” said Mike. “I thought guys who looked like us would be able to get away with whatever we wanted.”
”Wendy Richards said I’ve been warned about harassment by Ms. Hamilton!” complained Kevin. “You’d think this body would make that principal bitch get wet and want to fuck me, not get mad and want to punish me.”
”Guess I have to say it -- we’re still losers,” admitted Justin, rubbing the cheek where he’d been slapped. “Of course, I could make a wish to change things -- any suggestions?”
His friends came up with a few things...