Finish your classes.

You are surprised how uneventfully the rest of the day goes. You occasionally hear some giggles or snickers and you see a lot of students looking at their cellphones when you're around, so you assume the events of gym class are well known to everyone by now, probably including pictures or video.

At the end of the day, you join Ethan and Belinda and Molly has the town car ready to take you home. You are certain that Ethan and Belinda probably know everything that happened in gym and you're embarrassed about this, though neither mentions it to you on the trip home.

When you get home, Ethan takes you to one side. "Hey, sport. I heard about gym class today. Don't let it bother you. Everything will work out fine."

"How can you even say that if you heard what happened!?" you explode.

He says, "Relax. So you got fucked by Sean. So what? So has most of the school. Usually not publicly and on video, true, but it's no big deal. I get that it's a little embarrassing, but I wouldn't worry too much about it. He certainly made you come pretty hard, so what's the problem? Besides, I'll bet it doesn't really bother you, does it? You just think it should."

You think about this for a second. You don't know if you're numb or what, but he's right. It doesn't bother you nearly as much as you think it should. "Huh," you say reflectively. "Yeah, I guess you're right. What the hell is that all about?"

Ethan says, "Well, when the Process is going on, you can't really get depressed. It's a safety mechanism."

"You mean this is messing with my brain too!?" you ask.

"Don't worry about it. It's temporary and harmless. It's just like taking Prozac," Ethan replies.

"I cannot believe this town!" you yell. You storm off to your room, take a shower, and play a video game to relax. You are sitting up in your bed playing it when there's a knock on the door. You are almost inclined to ignore it since you're not in a really social mood, but decide that would be quite rude.

"Who is it?" you ask.

"It's Mrs. Anderson, Parker," you hear from the other side of the door. It would be very rude to turn her away, so you invite her in.