Sarah heard Kyla pulling up a chair, and fell into it. She scanned the room: Who would she pick?
Hair in a short ponytail, peach fuzz goatee, hunched over his lab station like a prawn, Gordon Jones seemed, without a doubt, to be Sarah's best option in the class. Bassist and lead singer of one of the school's three or four garage bands, his band, "Nuts For Us Too," was the only one that had gotten a gig off-campus.
Karyn looked over at where Sarah's eyes were focused and turned, grinning, back to her friend. "Ah, now we know what kind of boy Sarah McMillan likes. Wait here."
Karyn bounced over to Gordon's station and started chatting with him. Sarah couldn't hear what they were saying, but she did notice that Karyn's apron seemed to cover her entire outfit. From Gordon's perspective, she may as well have been naked under it. Had Sarah dressed like that before the changes? She really was such a slut. But Karyn was Sarah's friend now, and she didn't want to think of her that way. Sarah just looked back at Kyla, who was busy cutting away at "Wilbur," as she'd started calling her subject.
It was crazy. The girl was still the dork she's always been, but now she was just comfortable with it. She'd stab deftly into the pan, look for a moment, and jot down notes, then repeat. She didn't even need Karyn's help to finish this lab, let alone Sarah's.
The class was almost over by the time Karyn came back. "I guarantee you, Sarah, by the end of the day, that boy will ask you out."
"Ask me out?" Sarah asked, "You flirted with him for all of class!"
"That wasn't flirting, that was talking," Karyn said, "Trust me, he knows I'm off limits, and he knows you're into him. It's just a matter of time."
Sarah blushed furiously as Mrs. McRae called "alright, ten minutes left in class. Close down your lab stations and get ready for the bell."
