Waking up... in class.

"Look." Elbow.

Finger point.

"Oh my god," Tara pushed her face with the back of her hand, "he looks like he has no idea where he is."

The girls snickered to themselves as, two rows away, Cory was looking around the room with frankly bewildered eyes.

Callie was laughing with her friend Tara when, suddenly, she stopped and took a breath. "I need to twerk in front of the class," she confided to Tara before winking, patting her desk, and standing to her feet.

Tara looked on, confused, smile notwithstanding, as her brown haired friend bounced down the aisle. Clearly, she must have heard her wrong. Clearly, Callie wasn't a nu--

"Callie? What are you doing out of your seat?"

Callie spread her feet, ignoring Mr. Shay. Instead, she slapped her right ass cheek, wrapped tight in her thigh-coating denim shorts, and looked to the class. "Hit it, boys!"

And just like that, Callie began to shake her ass as a booming beat echoed into the room. The door was kicked open by a group of guys in hoods and sweatpants, (three out of four had on sunglasses). One brought in a radio on their shoulder. All of them grooved to the music. They circled Callie, and took turns slapping her ass as she twerked and shook and jiggled it in the air with expert coordination no one could've guessed she had, the boys drumming against it like they were playing the congo as Callie laughed and winked.

Tara watched in horror as the class, who had at first observed all this with the same alarm and disbelieving silence as her, suddenly snapped, and broke into a set of whoops and cheers, waving jackets and clapping and hollering like it was club night. Sammie was slapping her desk to the beat; Liam was shouting unintelligible words in the hopes it reached Callie's ears; Gina was even recording the whole thing!

Mr. Shay even had his face rubbed up against Callie's chest, with her hand pushing HIM into it!!

In an abrupt screech, the girl stood up, chair falling behind her. She backed away, breathing heavily. No one noticed her run through the now standing students, all of them bobbing and shaking to the grimy vibrations pouring out of the stereo, laughing and dancing as strobe colors suddenly flashed through the class. They were grinding against each other, gyrating pelvises, finding partners to hold -- they were, they were...

They were crazy!

She scrambled out and closed the door, pushing herself up against the wall of the hallway. It took a second for her to register that everything looked normal out here, at least, and a semblance of relief passed through her mind.

Then she noticed a poster on the wall, her heart steadily sinking. On it was a picture of Callie's naked torso seductively taking up the margins, her tits and all on crass display. Across her torso, in big wide font: "WHORE WATCHING IN CLASS 12A" with the date scrawled just below it.

Tara slid down the wall, her entire body shaking. "Wh--what is happening, what is happening, what is..."

"...happening?"

A figure stood over her, to her right. She jerked her head to find Cory staring down at her.

"Cory! You..."

"I forgot to make you like them, I guess." The African-American boy, head shaved, somewhat small in frame and stature, looked a little confused himself. "...I... I don't even know how I..."

"PLEASE!" His pant leg was suddenly being tugged, and he looked down to see Tara's fingers crawling and clutching at his jeans. "WH-WHAT IS-" She breathed in, then out. In, then out. Up her face went again. "YOU SAW THAT, RIGHT?" Eyes wide. "YOU SEE THAT POSTER, DON'T YOU?"

Cory's eyes shifted to the poster on the opposite wall. A look came over him. He faced Tara once more, an inscrutable expression across his face, as the girl continued to tremble to herself.