Jon was amusing himself with thinking about the idea of Santa McMillan as he got in line for his lunch. Not that he’d actually wish for it, but the idea of her being forced to be nice to people and give instead of take did have a certain appeal. As did the mental image of her being a completely over-the-top bitch around a bunch of little kids while the shocked parents watched on.
Humming “You’re a mean one, Misses Grinch ” Jon looked for a place to sit, when he saw Sarah and her friends sit at their usual table. As expected she didn’t look any different from a distance. Curious how far his wish had taken her, Jon decided that, for once in his life, he’d actually try to get a seat as close to the popular kids as possible.
He arrived just in time to hear Biff say “Well she’s right babe. You do look a bit like you’d rather be on the field than cheering beside it.” Sarah, who had been glaring at Sophia – her right-hand-slash-rival – whipped her head around to give her boyfriend a decidedly unimpressed look “Excuse me?” her tone left no doubt that someone was sleeping on the couch tonight.
“Aww Sarah.” Moose piped up, looking a bit panicked “Biff…he…” Jon could almost hear the wheels in the big football-player running hot, as he tried to help his buddy “He just meant everybody can see now, that you cheerleaders work just as hard as us grunts. Right? Like you always say. No better proof of that than having great abs.”
“Thank you. Moose.” Moose visibly sagged with relief as Sarah gave him her sweetest smile, probably thinking the danger had passed. The big guy didn’t see Biff rise to his feet behind him, fists clenched in anger “Are you moving in on my girl now?” Biff growled.
“What? No!” Mike said, sounding hurt “I was just trying to help.”
“Yes, Biff.” Sarah said, the ice back in her voice “He was just trying to help. So sit down.”
“No!” Biff gave the other boy a shove “I know exactly what he’s doin’! And helping it isn’t.” he gave his friend another shove, that sent Moose nearly tumbling off the bench “First my leg and now my girl? Is that it, Moose?” he snarled, stalking after Moose as the other Footballer retreated.
“It wasn’t me!” Moose tried to reassure Biff, while Sarah demanded “Biff! Stop this shit and sit down” both nearly drowned out by the jeering of the other jocks.
“Oh yeah!” Biff gave Moose another shove sending him stumbling against the bench opposite “Sure! My leg gets crippled in the middle of warm-up so you get to be quarterback during training today! And it heals up just after you finish showing off!”
“No! It wasn’t…” That was as far as Moose got, before Biff hit him.
“Do you think I’m an idiot!?” Biff roared, punctuating the question with another blow to the torso “Aw shucks coach, I just gave it my best shot.” Biff mocked, his next punch taking Moose in the jaw “And now my fucking girl too?! Did you dumb fuck really think I wouldn’t notice?!”
By now the rest of the footballs team had gotten to their feet, but none of them made any attempt to get between the two. A few were even cheering Biff on, as he screamed and punched at Moose, who had raised his arms to guards his head and made no attempts to hit back.
And then, from one moment to the next, Biff seemed to fold in on himself. It happened fast enough that the small girl that had taken Biffs place, stumbled because her arm had shortened mid-swing and missed Moose by a mile, pulling her off balance.
She surged forward her tiny fist hitting Mikes torso and arms a few more time to little effect as she snarled in incoherent rage, before Biff noticed something was wrong. At the sight of this petite Asian girl staring at her hands in shock, Jon couldn’t help but snort in amusement. As did about two other people who had witnesses the bullies transformation.
When Biff glared at the crowd - with his, or rather her, pants pooling around her feet, the oversized shirt hanging off her like a dress and the expression on her face leaning more towards ‘acute constipation’ instead of ‘furious’– the suppressed snickering erupted into full-blown laughter. “Aww, don’t cry, little missy!” someone shouted, earning more laughter. And then the entire scene devolved into chaos. A crowd was forming of people trying to heckle the reduced bully, coming to his aid or just trying to get a better view, so Jon soon lost sight of Biff. The last thing he saw was Moose looking owlishly at the transformed quarterback, trying to process what had happened and why the punches had stopped.
Jon was of half a mind to join the crowd, but the sight of Principal Alvarez entering the lunchroom changed his mind. The look on her face promised detention for anyone even remotely involved in this brawl in the middle of her school.
Jon, and a few other students who could read the room, slunk away before they could become collateral damage. ‘I wonder what that was about?’ Jon mumured once he had brought a safe distance between himself and the lunchroom. Not that he really cared about Biff, the guys nickname was ‘the Bully’ for a reason, but still…. What was it about jocks that made people want to turn them into girls? (Sorta. Whatever Abigails deal was, counted too he felt. )
