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You glance at your watch—homeroom starts in five minutes. There are definitely things you’d rather be doing, but you know better than to tempt fate. If you don’t get there before the bell, Mr. Sanderson will lock the door, leaving you to report to the attendance office. With a resigned sigh, you and Aaron head toward homeroom, following the same well-worn path you’ve taken every day this year.

As soon as you sit down, you pull out your phone and unlock it. Ding! A notification pops up from an app you don’t remember installing: Divine Variables. Curious, you tap on it. The interface is simple, displaying a list of names—Jenna, Anna, Angel, Kaguya, Aaron, Ryan, Jacques, and Slim. Next to each name is a number, which you quickly realize represents your potential with each of these individuals—how they might react to you, and how your choices could influence your relationships. It’s like a little cheat sheet from the divine, a way to navigate the tricky waters of high school with a bit of an edge.

You close the app and shove your phone back in your pocket, a grin spreading across your face. God really outdid themselves this time. You’re not just winging it; you’ve got some divine backup. Now, it’s just a matter of deciding who to approach first.

Homeroom is as dull as ever—just a mandatory attendance check. You sit through the Pledge of Allegiance, barely paying attention as you scroll through the erotica on your phone. Despite the bizarre circumstances of your second life, you still wish you were the main character in one of those Choose Your Own Adventure stories. But, considering how uneventful the last 18 years have been, you doubt anything’s going to change now.

“Okay, everyone, we have a new student I’m supposed to introduce you all to,” Mr. Sanderson announces, snapping you out of your thoughts.

Great, you think. Another poor soul stuck in this place.

“John,” Mr. Sanderson calls out, “since you’re too engrossed in your phone to pay attention, you get to show Angel around.”

Wait, what?

You look up from your phone, your gaze slowly traveling from a pair of feminine legs, up a slim waist, and stopping at an impressive bust—definitely 36DD. Realizing you’re staring, you quickly shift your eyes up to meet the girl’s.

“Oh, uh, hi,” you stammer. “Are you Angel?”

She looks familiar...

Blonde hair, toned legs, red streaks through her hair... She’s the girl who passed you on the way to school. No wonder you didn’t recognize her before—she’s new here.

“Were you staring at my tits?” she asks, her voice dripping with sass.