Apparently, Nadine realized what she had done to Lucy and began to move towards one of the nearby tables, reaching out her hand.
Jon took this opportunity to jump up. "Stop!" he yelled at Nadine.
She turned and looked at him suddenly, then curled her lip. "Why the fuck should I?"
"You're not like this. Something changed you."
"And for the better. I can't believe I was fucking my life away like that. All those stupid Bible studies and going to church. Now I can live my life for real."
So she does remember what she was like before the change, Jon thought. He wondered if the others were like that too. Did Sarah McMillan really like being some sort of ghetto slut?
"That doesn't matter," Jon said.
"Oh? And why the fuck is that?"
"Nadine?" a voice asked.
Jon, Karyn, Nadine, and a few other people turned and saw a very conservatively dressed girl standing not too far away. It was Tina Shepard, Nadine's best friend. She had a shocked look on her face.
She slowly walked towards Nadine, probably trying to figure out what caused her friend to dress like a freak. But before she got within touching distance of the former uptight religious girl, Jon reached out and grabbed her.
"Hey, let go of me!" Tina yelled, struggling against Jon's grasp.
"I'm trying to save you. If Nadine touches you, you'll become like her ... a Goth."
"That's ... that's impossible," Tina said.
"Just look what she did to Mrs. Crawford," Jon said.
Tina turned her head and looked at the 42-year old woman dressed up in a witch-type dress. It was Mrs. Crawford. But someone like her would never be caught dead looking like that.
She relaxed herself in Jon's arms, but then began to become noticeably agitated and worried.
Jon looked over at Nadine again and saw that she was on the move. She reached out with her black-painted fingernailed hand, trying to touch someone.
