As Jon headed for the stairs up to the bathroom, he caught a snatch of lively conversation. That's right, there were voices beyond his family's in the house--hence his need to dress in the first place. Peering around a corner to the living room, Jon saw the source of the commotion was a half dozen of his high school football team, including that jerk Biff Meadows. What the hell were they doing here? He hardly had anything to do with the football team, and yet Zoe must have heard them too, and she was acting like it was no big deal.
Jon briefly considered walking out to confront him, but something about that idea balked him. He wasn't sure he wanted to meet his school bullies wearing a shirt he could be easily picked on for. More than that, though, he didn't feel ready. He felt... well not naked, necessarily, but strangely not presentable.
Turning back to the staircase, still thankfully unseen by the invading jocks, Jon continued on his journey to the bathroom, resolving to deal with them once he had changed out of this shirt. It was too big on him, anyways, and it was starting to chaff him right around his nipples in the strangest way...
