He goes to school

Most of the kids in his school have their own cars and drive. Rot and his sister walk. When he'd done this the first time, he'd normally walked alone. This time, though, Rot hurried his breakfast, washed and dried his own and his sister's cereal bowls, and then grabbed his notebook and books, and headed off with Lauren.

"What?" She waited until they were at the end of their driveway to confront him.

"I don't know what you mean."

"You're being weird."

Lauren normally walked to school with her best friend, Wendy. And Wendy had starred in Rot's masturbatory imagination a lot more often than had his sister. Of course, his first time through, he'd been to shy ever to actually talk to her... hoping she'd somehow take pity on him and maybe give him a blowjob just for being there. It hadn't happened... but that didn't mean it couldn't happen this time.

"Look, Lauren. I admit I've been a self-centered dweeb, all right. Trust me, I haven't turned into a saint, but I'm going to be a lot more aware of the people around me. And that means being nice to you... and nice to your friends, if you know what I mean."

"Hello. You're afraid even to talk to girls."

That had been true. Hell, it had still been true when he'd somehow been sent back to have this second chance. But Rot wasn't afraid of high school girls. And while he had an adult's memories and judgment, he also had the full hormones of the teen he'd once been.

"Hey Lauren."

Wendy's arrival put a stop to that train of conversation... not, Rot thought, without his sister giving him another look.

"Hey Wendy." Rot said. "Want me to give you a hand with those books."

"Is your brother sick?"

"Yeah, I think so," Lauren said. "It's almost as if he grew up somehow."

"Hey, I'm here." He gave Wendy a quick up-and-down. Yeah, she looked as good as he remembered. She was Asian, with blue-black hair, a slender body and tiny boobs that nevertheless seemed to poke right out of whatever she was wearing. Miniskirts had been popular back in 1971 and Wendy wore the shortest... so short that the school had implemented rules that skirts had to be long enough not to show underwear... and that girls had to actually wear underwear. Today, it seemed that Wendy was pushing that rule to the limits. "You know," he continued, "you look incredible today, Wendy. Love that outfit."

"Oh. Uh, thanks, Rot."

"I think he's buttering you up because he wants something," Lauren put in.

"Really?" Wendy put a finger to Rot's scrawny chest and pushed. "That right, Rot? You want something?"