"Careful, Egbert, you might bust a hole in those jeans with that hard-on," Dave Strider said casually.

John Egbert felt the heat rise to his cheeks, but he ignored his companion. He did, however, shift his body to better "disguise" what was going on below his waist. John wanted to tell Dave that it wasn't his fault. It was that new girl's fault. He just wanted to take a tour of her body and he didn't even know her name. It was terrific perverted thinking, but he couldn't really help it.

This new girl had breast length, dark brown hair that had an interesting red tint to it. Her eyes were a sweet green-brown, and her full lips a delicious pink. Her skin was fair like porcelain. This description was so poetic that it nearly sickened John, but he pushed those thoughts aside as his eyes traveled up and down her form. She had a bosom caught between damn and wow. She had absolutely wonderful curves, and a small hint of a belly, but John didn't care. She was physically perfect to him. Suddenly, his thoughts drifted into intense sexual situations between this girl and himself, and the heat on his cheeks intensified.

Dave merely rolled his eyes. This girl was average to him. Sure, he could see why John was having some hot thoughts about her; after all, her rack was pretty awesome. But Dave just wasn't interested in that shit. Well, he was. Just not right now with this particular girl. Part of him was pretty proud of John, as he never thought that John would have the balls to think that way. However, it was pretty sad that he didn't even know her name. If one was to eventually going to have wet dreams about someone, one should know their name.

"So are you even going to talk to her?" Dave questioned in a heavy tone of annoyance.

"Eventually," John mumbled. "I don't know if I will see her around."

"She goes to this school dumbass," Dave said while pushing up his shades. He leaned back against the rail behind him. Although he wouldn't show it, much less admit it, this was rather entertaining. "And quit staring like that. You're creeping me out and I'm not even the one you're fantasizing about."

John sent a glare in Dave's direction only to receive a smirk in reply. He did stop staring, however. This was only because she had risen from her spot several tables away from them and left the courtyard of the school. John let a heavy sigh leave his lips as he pondered whether or not he would see her again. The school was fairly large after all. So the chances were somewhat slim. Still, he could already feel that ache in both his head and crotch to see her again.

Dave finished off his now warm soda, and tossed it in the garbage can near him. "Let's get this shit show on the road," he sighed.

John stood up and shivered. His jeans were really rubbing his (now smaller) erection the wrong way. He shook his head, and gathered his things and hastily followed after Dave. Despite the intense fantasies he was having not too long ago, somehow that girl was starting to disappear from his mind. Ironic, as Dave would say.

They walked along in silence to John's class, which was on the route to Dave's class. Nothing compelled them to speak. It felt like one of those days where nothing needed to be said. Dave didn't even feel the need to comment on John's usual "derpy" demeanor. Even with all the comments he had built up in his head over John's hot and bothered episode during lunch, he still didn't feel the need to say anything. John had better savor that shit, Dave thought to himself.

John ran his hand through his hair as he entered his classroom, but immediately stopped in his tracks. In the far left corner of the room in the very last row was that wonderful representation of the female race. Past steamy thoughts began to flood his mind, and the heat returned to his cheeks.

Dave looked into the room, and a smirk graced his lips. "Well how do you like that, fucker?" he questioned while slapping John on the back. "Go get 'em, tiger."

John looked over his shoulder, opening his mouth to beg Dave not to leave. However, his companion had already disappeared. John closed his mouth, a small squeak of despair leaving his throat. He looked back over at the girl, the heat on his face gradually getting hotter. Surely this wasn't good for his health. But he commanded his feet to move, and he made his way over to a desk far enough away from her where she couldn't hear the nervous thumping of his heart. He swallowed the lump in his throat, and rubbed his brow. This was going to be a long class period.

Slowly, other students began to fill the room. Some pointed out the girl in not-so-secret ways, questioning if she was new or not. John tried to quiet his own thoughts, paranoid to the fact that maybe someone could hear them in some magical way. He fidgeted with his fingers, looking around discreetly. There was no need to be feeling so nervous, as she was paying no attention to him in the first place. Part of him took comfort in this, and he took a deep breath just as the teacher walked into the room.

"Alright class. Sit down and be quiet. We have a new student," the gruff instructor said despite this already being obvious. "Ms. Waters, would you please introduce yourself."

All eyes turned to the girl in the far corner. She stood up bashfully, smoothing out the invisible wrinkle on her clothes. She cleared her throat, and made brief eye contact with the students. John's heart rate increased as she made that sweet eye contact with him. "My name is Bridgette," was all he registered from her. He felt his thoughts begin to settle, and the room around him disappear.

Bridgette. At least now he knew her name.