"Who is it?" he asked aloud.
"Who do you think, you freak?"
Sarah, Jon thought. Great.
Sarah McMillan opened the door and stormed in. "I heard about your fashion choice," she sneered, "but I had no idea it would look so ridiculous on you."
"I don't care what you think, Sarah."
"And I don't care if you're a goddess, Jon," she replied. "Even if you were the goddess of cheerleading - and not the goddess of sluts "“ there's no way I would let you on the squad. I want you out of that get-up, right now."
"But I've got nothing else to wear," Jon pouted. "You can't make me-"
"I can Jon, and I will."
"I'm just raising a little school spirit?"
"By disgracing our pretty uniform with your hideous body? You're wearing three socks for God's sake! All you're raising is the vomit in our throats."
"Leave me alone Sarah, or you'll be sorry," Jon was getting angry, and he felt something warm growing deep inside his chest. He didn't know what it was but it felt like bad news.
"Ha! I'm not scared of you," Sarah scoffed. "You're just a little fat girl with a big fat dick."
Sarah reached out to grab Jon's jersey and tried to pull it over his enormous breasts. The sensation in Jon's chest was growing hot.
"Get it off!" she snarled.
"You get off!" Jon snapped. The energy in his chest escaped with his voice and threw Sarah back against the wall with a shriek.
"You had your chance Sarah, you should've left me alone," he chided her. "Now, you'll see what the wrath of a goddess looks like "
