Then all he knew was that something’s hand tightened around his arm and turned him around. The thing that had gotten him was very brawn.

“Excuse me, but-“

“Nothing, Rolando Benedict Rochestre!” a crazy (yet mad) looking blonde hissed ferociously at him. “I’ve been trying to talk to you since day one and you’ve been acting like you’re ignoring me on purpose. Now what is up with that?”

The three worst words in the world for a shy person to say.

[This is also the chapter in which the change occurs... or does it?]

“What happened to you…?” he asked quietly.

She answered just as silently, “Evil, green jealousy, and you know why?” He waited and she told him squarely, “My so-called friend is going out with my boyfriend.”