Hallways

"Yo, John, what's up?"

I turned to see my best friend, Amir, walking up behind me. Amir was a bit taller than me, but lankier, and dressed in his usual polo and jeans. He looked completely normal.

"Hey, man..." I began, hoping I could talk to him about all this.

"Yeah, nothing much for me either," he replied, as we walked to our locker.

"Look, man, my sister..." I tried again.

"Fucking up your shit again? Yeah, you have been complaining about her every day for a while now," he said with an eye roll as we got to our lockers. "You good on the math homework? Mr. Callaway will be pissed if you miss again."

"Yes, the homework is fine. But seriously, everything..."

Before I could finish, there was a loud bang a couple lockers down. One guy, dressed like a stereotypical jock as if out of a movie, held another guy, in absolutely ludicrously stereotypical nerd wear, right down to a pocket protector (which I had never even seen in real life) and suspenders, up against the lockers on his tip-toes while a girl in a cheerleader outfit looked on sneering. It was so surprisingly cliche it took me a second to notice that both the guys looked like they were too old to be high school students, while the girl, who had stupendously large tits, was dressed in a cheerleader outfit that looked nothing like our school's and that was both very small on her and ridiculously revealing. The girl raised one hand to aggressively poke the nerd in his chest, and this was enough to make the top ride up and show a lot of side boob and maybe even a hint of nipple, as well as that she didn't have anything on under it despite her size or supposedly being a cheerleader.

I couldn't make out what she was saying, but the nerd kept shaking his head. The jock slammed him against the locker again, and then the cheerleader pulled up her top and pulled out his dick, kneeling down and sandwiching it between her breasts as she gave him a vigorous boob job, all while the jock looked on. "You getting the point, nerd? My girl tells you to do it, you do it!" I could just make out him yelling. People were giving a wide berth, but didn't react anymore than they would have to seeing your average bullying.

"Holy crap," I said, as I watched here lick the part of his very large dick that emerged from her cleavage, then look up at him angrily as she and the jock kept yelling at him.

"Fucking footballers," Amir commented, shaking his head. "Best not draw attention. Wouldn't want him to make you fuck her ass or something."

"Make me..." I couldn't help reply, not the least since our high school didn't have a a football team.

"Whatever, let's go, dude, we are gonna be late" he insisted, pulling me along to our first class. I quickly lost sight of the 'bullying' as I stumbled after him, looking around as I did. The crowd was a mix of people I knew and lots of people I didn't recognize. Many of those I didn't recognize looked out of place as students; slightly too old, visible tattoos, visibly fake breasts, excessively revealing 'high school' outfits... Everyone I did recognize was a senior; no one younger seemed to be around. Instead it was like the rest of the students had been replaced by the cast of a highschool drama, where they got slightly too old actors to play students.

"Hey, where's Emma?" I posited, asking about one of our friends.

"You didn't hear? She's out sick for a few days. Should be fine for her 18th birthday on Saturday, though," he replied as we threaded through the odd crowd.

"What about Jamie," I pressed, asking about our friend groups' 'latino representative', as he referred to himself.

"Jesus man, check your messages. His family all took off for Spain to visit family until June. Be back for his 18th birthday," Amir replied, which made no sense since Jamie was from California and hadn't had relatives in Spain in a good 200 years. I also took note of the particular way he kept talking about when people would be back.

"Do you think Jun would be able to help me out with math later?" I added, following a hunch on what was happening. Jun's was a year younger than us despite being a senior; her 18th wouldn't be until October of next year.

"Why the hell would you want to ask Jun about our math class? She's too young to be in high school," he replied, sounding perplexed.

"Too young?" I said back, a bit surprised I hadn't gotten cut off at all during this.

"Sure, she's 17. Can't be a highschool student if you're under 18," he replied matter of factly as we reached our first room.

"What about Em..." I shot back.

"Man, stop asking weird questions, we got history to do," he cut my off in annoyance as we hustled into the classroom.