Time for class.

"Hey! Do you two just think you can ditch first period whenever you feel like it?"

One half-lidded glance from Hal and terse wrinkle from Curman later guided them to the bulky figure of gym teacher Mr. Bombardi, glaring at them from just outside the veranda. A whistle hung over his neck. He stepped towards them. Another female student seemed to be with him, shuffling hastily to his side.

He came to a stop, then addressed the disinterested, slovenly cretin to his right. "Huh, Hal? And who are you?"

"Shove off, Bombardi." Hal scoffed, rooting his feet.

"Hal," Curman tapped him, "you know what I'm thinking?"

"Who the hot chick is?" he wiggled his eyes. The girl met his gaze and furrowed her brow. The guy really couldn't whisper.

"I'm thinking it's time to prove you're not all shit."

Suddenly, Mr. Bombardi left the girl's side, procuring an appreciative mumble from Hal. Then he felt the meathead grab his shoulder, press down, and begin dragging him down the hall.

"Hey!" Hal jerked away, only to get clinched in the shoulder. What manhandling shit was this? "I'm not in P.E. anymore, dick!"

"You're going to class," the burly man grated, "and I'm going to be accompanying you."

"Um," the blonde raised a finger. The PE teacher stopped, then muttered something. His attention fixed itself to Curman.

"You there. You know where the senior office is right?"

The girl looked at Curman. Curman looked at Hal. Hal looked at the girl's swelling tits, cradled under the tight black blouse she had on, and grunted approvingly. Bombardi smacked him, then looked back at Curman, impatience visible.

"Well?"

"Yes," Curman finally relinquished, stare still deadly pointed at Hal.

"Good," the teacher continued walking towards the bend, ignoring Hal's bitching, "take her there. She's a new student. Just let 'em know I had to take care of some things and they'll let you off."

He was several feet away, still paying no heed to Hal's vulgar attacks, when Curman spoke up.

"But you know what?" Curman called, causing them to turn. "If I recall correctly, Hal wanted to ask you a question first."

Mr. Bombardi's gaze fell back to Hal. "Did he now?"

"I did?" Hal frowned.

"Yes!" Curman insisted impatiently. "Idiot, you did."

"What did you say, Bumboy?!"

"Cut the crap," the teacher dripped, shuffling the boy to face him. "Spit it out if you have anything to say, Boon."

"Uh..." Hal looked at Bombardi, then with glances over his shoulder, made out words from Curman's mouth while the girl exchanged glimpses between all three nervously. He frowned lividly.