His first class

He enters the school building at a run, the halls almost empty. At the end of the hall, he sees Brad and Halley being stopped by the vice principal, a crone named Mrs. Slater. Feeling like Brad's personal genie, he whispers, "does everyone let Brad and Halley get away with everything because men are afraid of him and women think he's hot?" He hardly takes the time to look at the changes he made before hurrying into his class. However, he sees the tone of their interaction totally change, so that Brad is completely molesting his girlfriend right in front of a more friendly vice principal.

He enters class and every head turns toward him, alerting him immediately that he's late. "Sorry," he says in the void he'd created in the lecture with his entrance. He glances once at his teacher, barely meeting her eyes. Mrs. Lowell is an formerly attractive redhead, well past her prime. Or, at least, she used to be a redhead. The boys in her class shared pictures they'd found of her in college in the 70s.

"Do you expect class to wait for you, Mr. Henderson?" the history teacher asked, causing a wave of muted snickers to echo around the room.

"No Mrs. Lowell," he mutters, and hurries toward his desk **** to walk in front of the whole room, every eye on him, before he makes it to his row. A foot comes out to trip him, but he anticipates it and steps over it.

"Then see me after class," she says, returning to her lesson.

He tries to pay attention, but his thoughts fill his head with everything he could do instead. He eyes the teacher, his mind drifting to her past. "Is Mrs. Lowell a sexy new teacher, and only 21 years old?" he asks. Before his eyes he sees her gray hair gain it's beautiful red color again, and her wrinkles and lines fade away. Her clothes morph into something more fashionable.

His seat-neighbor Fred leans over. "What was that?" he whispers.

Chad whispers back, "I was asking: is Mrs. Lowell is a nympho gold digger, married to a rich old guy?"

Fred looks at him like he has two heads. "Yeah, dude, she's married to James Lowell. Everybody knows that," he says, then goes back to the lesson a little more annoyed than he was a minute ago.

After class Chad lets everyone else leave and he watches the door as he feels Mrs. Lowell's eyes on him. He finally looks up when she clears her throat.

"Chad, you know that being late is unacceptable," she says.

"Yes Mrs. Lowell," he says.

"Good. Then for wasting my time, I'm going to waste yours. You have to sit there for every minute you were late." She says, and sits in her desk chair, looking through some papers.

He doesn't respond for several seconds, getting up the nerve to say what he had planned. "Mrs. Lowell? Are you annoyed because you usually use this time to finger yourself and send pics to your husband?" He cringes preemptively, but stops when there isn't a reply. Instead, she's looking at him, mouth agape.

"I... that's... How'd you know?" she says, a little fearfully.

Shit, he hasn't planned that part out. "Um, well, everyone knows because your husband leaked the photos, didn't he? He was proving to the school board that he and his money had the pull to keep them from firing you, right?"

She pinches her lips together in anger. "That's right, I forgot he used me like that," she fumed.

Chad hurries to reply, "no, no! Uh, don't you think it was sexy of him?"

She raises her eyebrow slyly. "I don't think I should answer that," she says.

"Sure. Then I just have one more question..."