Rude Awakening

Back in hallway, you find yourself facing the other John, your other, slightly more base, self. He has a grin on his face.

"You sick fuck," he laughs.

"What?" You say, "I was, um, helping him."

"Helping him! That's rich!" your other self guffaws, "Who knows what your handiwork is going to do to him. Not that he doesn't have it coming. That guy's a dick."

"Don't I know it," you mumble, remembering so many dodgeballs to the face, so many shoves into lockers...

"Well, the night is young!" your mirror says, "Maybe you should really turn up the heat. Maybe it's time you ding dong."

"Ding dong?" you ask, wondering if you heard right.

"Ding dong," he answered, his voice taking on a more musical quality, "ding dong, ding dong, ding dong."

You sit up straight in your teacher's bed, tired for your short rest, but awoken by the sound of the door bell ringing incessantly.

"Who could that be?" Bella murmured, waking from her slumber next to you.