Changes - Part 1.4
Changes
Part 1.4
by Dego
Author's Note: This is a very long story about a fox. If you're not interested in sitting in for the long run, don't read it and don't give me a bad vote. The story is split into 10 sections and numbered 1.0, 1.1, 1.2... and so on. I will post a new section each day. Please enjoy.
NOTE: Sorry for not posting over the weekend. It was the Fourth of July and I got really busy doing stuff with my family and forgot to post. But now it's back to one-a-day, so enjoy!
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Charlie's fifth period was history. The class had assigned seating displayed on the projector again, and Charlie ended up sitting behind a smoking hot black panther. She was as thin as a broomstick and the way she carried herself told the whole school that she could get any boy she wanted. Charlie was shy, and blushed as the panther walked into the aisle to sit down in front of him. She flicked her head and tail to the right as she looked at him, and Charlie looked away to hide his now obvious deep red hue. He heard a giggle from her, but she sat down one desk ahead and Charlie breathed a sigh of relief. As soon as she was situated, she started talking over the desks to a buff wolf two rows away. He was wearing a football jacket, and was obviously a jock. Even the wolf jock had trouble keeping composure while talking to the lithe panther because her teasing personality and sweet-as-honey voice was enough to make any straight guy get a little premature.
The class was taught by a middle-age male cheetah. He was serious about history, but apparently not serious enough to stop the panther from chatting with the wolf two rows away. She bothered everyone in the vicinity, but no one had the stones to say anything. Evidently not even the teacher. She was that hot.
Class ended with the panther barely having paused from her conversation with the wolf, and Charlie guessed that the wolf was her boyfriend or something. Whatever.
Charlie's last two periods, sixth and seventh, were math and biology respectively. Math was taught by a male hare, and biology by a young female white mouse. The classes were uneventful, and neither Jack nor Ethan were in either of them. Charlie kept mostly to himself and didn't meet anyone new. As it turned out, a majority of both classes were composed of sophomores who already knew each other and weren't looking for new clique members. Charlie didn't want to butt in.
He rode the bus home that day pretty tired. He told his parents about what happened in the morning with his shelf, feeling a little burn in his ears because if he didn't have to move none of this would have ever happened, but that he met Ethan and Jack. He didn't have any homework, so he just went upstairs to his empty and half-filled boxes-everywhere room. He did a little unpacking, ate dinner when he was called, and went to bed thinking about the panther in history and Jack and Ethan.