Seeking to transfer to Ms. Card's rival, Ms. Santos

The morning after, you got up early enough to stun your mom who had stumbled out of bed and found you quickly putting together a sandwich before spooning a plate for your brother and sister. You pointed to a cup for her to drink out of before there was a knock at the door and you spotted Jennifer waving at you. "Bye mom, dad!" you called out and quickly stepped out before any more questions coming your way. Tabitha, for her part, just smiled and shrugged. Your brother, always nose in his games, also cracked a small smile, wondering just how to deal with the fireworks coming soon.

The drive had been quick but as the two of you stepped out from her car and walked into the school building, avoiding some of the looks that were cast your way, you just smiled and after giving her hand a squeeze, turned and walked into the administration office. "Hi, I'd like to see about transferring classes?"

To say your request stunned the old lady would have been an understatement. To be sure, it was only the second full week of school so it wasn't too late to switch but the usual direction flowed in the opposite direction. Your US government course wasn't slacking at all but to make a jump to the AP US history, well, that was almost unheard of. Plus, as she suspected, most of the male desire to be in your shoes came from Ms. Card. You weren't about to disclose that you had personal, carnal knowledge, of that body on more than one occasion; no, that was a secret you were obligated to take to your grave.

"Yes...well, your grades and scores definitely won't prohibit you from trying. I don't see why not but you'll have to talk with Ms. Santos directly. If she signs off on the slip, return it here and we can transfer you in today, first class being tomorrow." She tapped a few more buttons, printed out the transfer form, and then handed it to you. "Here, this pass should excuse you from homeroom for today. Ms. Santos' room is in 12-D, over in D Wing, 2nd floor. She is free at the moment."

"12-D, got it." You turned and walked back out, spotting Jennifer waiting for you at her locker. With a smile, you flashed her the sheet and winked before she nodded and escorted you to the stairwell before she peeled off to her homeroom. You, in turn, walked up the stairs and entered the D-Wing, trying your best to figure out what to say or how to act. There was a hallway rumor that Ms. Card and Ms. Santos did not see eye to eye and were often hostile towards each other (sort of like a bad Mexican Telenueva, though you weren't so sure it was just a rumor.) Rosalinda Santos, 28, hispanic with long hair and equally large...tracts of land...but whereas Linda Card was a blonde hair, blue eye sex symbol, Ms. Santos projected sensuality and often reminded her students through her dress. It really came down to preference, really, and Randall..at least when he was still male, often debated with you which was better. You already sampled Ms. Card, your brain reminded yourself, why not Santos?