Briana feels the need to prove something

"I can't believe she came over when you were sitting with us." Briana's nicely sized but probably sub-C breasts pressed against the fabric of her cotton blouse and her face was flushed. "

"Well, you don't exactly own Rot," Colleen reminded her twin.

"Of course not. But, well, it just isn't polite."

When he'd gone through high school the first time, Rot hadn't picked up on rules about when flirting was disallowed, but he suspected Briana might be making these up as she went.

"Anyway," he put in, "thanks for the chocolate milk."

"Is that all you're having?" Colleen asked. "You're going to need your energy for the martial arts thing you've got this afternoon."

"Yeah, I was going to ask for your help with that. Assuming we get a decent turnout."

"Don't worry about that. Half the school will be there. Coach Phillips basically ordered the football team to show up and watch you get your ass handed to you."

"Great." Sure Rot had studied martial arts as an adult, but this body hadn't developed the muscle he needed to face down multiple organized opponents.

"Hey Colleen." Briana fished a twenty from her purse. "Why don't you go buy Rot a hamburger or something."

Colleen gave Rot a wink and snatched up the twenty. "Sure thing Briana. Back in a flash."

Interesting. If Colleen's wink was to be believed, she was intentionally helping Rot win Briana over by playing on her sister's jealousy.

Rot reached for one of the chocolate milk cartons but Briana beat him to it. She pulled open the tab and then handed him the carton, her hand lingering on his arm after she'd done so.

"I don't get it," she said. "How come I never noticed you... as a guy... before yesterday?"

"I learned a lot between last Friday and yesterday," Rot admitted. He took a swallow of his drink, then flicked his tongue to catch a drop left on his lip. Briana, he noticed, followed that gesture intently.

"You look the same." Her hand drifted up his arm, then slid down his side to his thigh. "But you're definitely different."

Unless he came right out and told her, Briana would never guess what caused the difference. People simply didn't travel back in time to their earlier bodies.

"I definitely noticed you," he admitted. "But I was too shy to talk to you, let alone suggest we spend some time together."

"Some alone time?" She shifted her hand from the outside of his thigh to his inner thigh.

"Definitely 'quality' time." He didn't answer directly because his ultimate goal wasn't to be alone with Briana, it was to be together with her and her twin.