Jon shot an icy stare at the football player who'd made the crack, and then looked back at Biff and sighed. "I'll be right back," he said, grabbing his purse and heading to the bathroom to freshen up a bit.
Melissa Smith and Tiffany Sanders followed her. They always seemed to go in packs. "What's wrong?" Melissa asked him.
"Not sure. Biff can be so childish sometimes," Jon said, checking his makeup in the mirror.
"But he's cute," Tiffany said. "And he'd do anything for you."
"It's not like I couldn't get any boy I wanted," Jon said.
"You've already broken up twice this year," Melissa said.
"And you dated him one of those times," Jon snapped at her.
"That was just to keep him warm for you," she insisted. "I'd never do that to you, Jon."
Jon nodded, not so sure. Melissa could be a real bitch when she wanted to be. And Tiffany would have sex with anyone who had the right equipment and was moderately attractive. There was a rumor she'd even did it with one of the nerds on one particularly slow weekend, but no one took that seriously. And Jon certainly didn't take it seriously that she'd fooled around with Biff behind Jon's back.
He cupped his forehead. "I just feel...different today."
"How about after school, we go to the mall?"
Jon perked a bit. He remembered liking the mall.
