Jon made his way through the crowd of teens in the direction of his room and tried not to make eye contact with anyone, but as it was, he did look in the direction of a few of the people in the room anyway. And that was when he noticed that some guys were staring at him. Well, actually, they weren't just staring at him, they were staring at his chest. Great, Jon thought. People already noticed the shirt I'm wearing. I hope no one asks me why I'm wearing it.
But unknown to him, it wasn't his shirt that they were staring at. It was his chest, which seemed to be quite interesting to them, for some reason.
Jon made it to the stairs without anyone commenting on his shirt, but oddly, he still saw people looking at his chest. Maybe they were too stunned to say something about the shirt he put on? That must have been it.
Feeling a sense of relief that no one had made fun of him yet (and there were plenty opportunities), he headed upstairs, failing to notice the two small bumps pushing out of his chest as he went.
