Allison is nowhere in sight.

Due to Allison having been busy with other stuff during the day, the two of you hadn't really gotten a proper chance to bang out a plan for tonight, so you'd been **** to give her a call once you'd got home. Though you'd been hoping to give her a ride (wanting the two of you to show up together), Allison it seemed had already made plans with Shawna to head over to hers after school to get changed, so instead you were just going to meet her there. Not that this was that big of a deal of course, it just meant that unfortunately you'd be left walking into the dance alone - obviously not having Randall for backup this time. He would be there as a teacher and chaperon, and you could hardly be seen heading in with Miss. Card now could you? Sean was also out, having gone away with his parents for the weekend, and as for Danny and Chris...well in all honestly you hadn't actually seen either of them for a few days and weren't entirely sure they were actually going. This left only Bryce, who you were pretty certain would be with his football buddies, and as cool as you were with him somehow you got the impression you wouldn't exactly fit in with the rest of them.

Well no matter, you told yourself as you got out of the car and made your way into the school (running slightly later than planned due to a stupid argument with your mom), I might be heading in alone, but I've got just about the hottest girl in the building waiting for me! This thought made you smile and you found yourself actually feeling quite excited for a change (usually loathing school dances). Sure, there'd still be all the same lame music and classmates acting like idiots - and God forbid you might even be **** to dance - but after finally clearing the air with Randall and getting yourself back on track with Allison, you could honestly say things seemed to be on the up. And who knows, maybe I might actually have some fun!

Heading down the corridor towards the gym then, where the loud sound of chatter and music blaring indicated that everything was already in full swing, you went inside and were greeted with the sight of hundreds upon hundreds of students all piled into the large hall, dancing, drinking and having fun - as well as the odd teacher awkwardly standing around, overseeing everything that was going on.

"Well I'll be damned..." you muttered, stopping quickly in your tracks as you caught sight of Randall milling around on the opposite side of the gym, dressed in a black knee-length skirt, cream colored blouse and matching heels. While not a great deal different from what Miss. Card usually wore in class - being both conservative yet sophisticated - his outfit did at least look a little more casual. For one thing the blouse didn't look like it was about to explode at any minute, managing to somehow contain his massive breasts (yet making them no less apparent), while its large frilly collar covered up the entirety of his rather epic cleavage. He'd also worn his hair slightly different. It being more like it was when the two of you were just clowning around at his place - hanging loose around his shoulders with a slight curl at the bottom. All in all he looked as jaw-droppingly sexy as ever and you could only imagine the two juniors he was currently giving a telling off to were thinking the exact same thing themselves.

Though initially unsure whether or not you should go over there to say hi, after watching him for a minute or two as he sent the two young boys packing (your eyes mentally caressing every single inch of his wonderfully voluptuous body), in the end you decided to risk it, figuring now was as good a chance as any...

"Mr. Connors," he addressed you with a smirk as he saw you approaching, his demeanor remaining every bit professional.

"Miss. Card," you politely replied, flashing him back one of your own.

"Enjoying the dance?"

"Well I just got here actually. Just thought I'd stop by and say hello."

"Well that's very kind of you," he smiled, glancing subtly around to make sure he was out of earshot of anyone else before quickly dropping the act. "And thank Christ you did! I'm going out of my freaking mind here! I knew these things were lame, but try actually having to chaperon. It's just about the most boring thing ever! I feel like the no-fun police or something!"

"That bad huh?"

"Dude, it's worse!" he told you, exaggerating ever so slightly but clearly not having that great a time. "Plus Johnson over there has been perving on me all night," he added as you followed his gaze across the gym to where your principal was currently standing. "I can't even go to the freaking bathroom without him following after me, wanting to know how I'm "getting on". What does he think I'm going to do - ask him to come with me so I can jerk him off? Un-fucking-likely!"

Though this was clearly no laughing matter for Randall, you couldn't help but stifle a giggle at the image - the more you heard about Principle Johnson, the more and more he was starting to resemble Sweaty Swanson. "Well, look on the bright side, at least you kind of...you know, managed to cover up a bit," you replied, indicating towards his current state of dress, presuming that would at least keep some of the pervs at bay.

"Yeah..."cover up"," Randall snorted, obviously not sharing your opinion. "There's no covering these tits up. It was either this thing or some thick, ugly looking sweater," he said, fingering at the frilly collar of his blouse, the movement inadvertently drawing your attention to the huge spherical masses stretching at the material beneath. "And still, you won't believe the amount of seniors that have come up to me so far 'jokingly' asking for a dance. Using it as an excuse just so they can gawp at my chest . I mean, do they really think I'm an idiot or something?"

Pulling your own eyes away from said chest, realizing that you were doing exactly what he was getting frustrated at others for (and not for the first time), you stuttered, "I guess uh...I guess most of them just don't care." You and Randall certainly hadn't cared, back when he was still in his own body and the real Miss. Card was very much alive. Though truth be told, you were never quite as blatant about it as your fellow students appeared to be.

Giving you a nod as if in agreement he then changed the subject, presumably having had enough conversations to last a lifetime about the various people who were constantly checking him out. "Anyway, about tomorrow, did you speak to your parents yet? I totally did a number on your mom. Gave her the whole "the yard work is really getting on top of me and I really need Tim's help" thing and I think she totally bought it."

"Yeah. She said it was cool. Dad too. Whatever bullshit story you gave her sure worked wonders. I only wish she trusted me as much as she obviously trusts you. I mean, can you believe she actually wanted to drive me here tonight instead of letting me take the car? Just to make sure I was "okay". What am I, like ten or something?"

"With your mom I can believe anything!" he giggled.

"Yeah, well just be thankful you're old now and don't have to deal with that kind of crap anymore."

"Hey, fuck you, dude! I'm not old."

Realizing your comment hadn't come out quite as intended, you quickly corrected yourself. "I don't mean old old. I mean older. Nobody treats you like a little kid anymore."

Though in a way this was true, Randall now being an adult and having way more independence, sometimes it was easy to forget that on top of everything else that had happened to him, he had lost more than a decade of his life. It was no wonder then that he was somewhat defensive of his age, clearly having a lot of hangups about his new life that he hadn't yet shared (his outburst the day before being proof enough of that).

Giving a you a nod to indicate that he did get what you mean, Randall then suddenly spotted something out of the corner of his eye, yelping "Oh shit. Here comes Johnson! You better go, dude."

Though it would probably seem suspicious to be seen hanging around with Miss. Card, you didn't exactly want to leave him alone with dicks like Johnson while you went off and had fun. "You sure you'll be alright on your own?"

"Yeah, no worries. George is chaperoning this thing too so I'll have at least one person to talk to."

"Ah, okay. Cool." you nodded, glad at least of that. "Say, you haven't seen Allison around anywhere have you?"

"She was over by the bleachers with Shawna and all that last time I saw her."

Just then however Johnson finally walked into earshot, and thinking quickly on your feet you said to Randall, "Thanks, Miss Card. I'll make sure and get that essay handed in to you first thing Monday morning." shooting him sly little wink before scurrying off, leaving them both to it. You couldn't help feeling sorry for him though, even though he told you'd he would be fine, what with not only having to deal with a bunch of horny teenagers (half of which would no doubt end up drunk by the end of the night), but also having to put up with assholes like Johnson breathing down his neck every five minutes - something which if you were in his shoes would piss you off royally. Still, given the situation, there really wasn't much you could do about it now - what with him being a teacher and you being a student...and besides, you still had a girlfriend to find...