The speaker, as it so happened, was none other than Sarah McMillian, head cheerleader and social opposite to what Trevor was. Or at least what he used to be.
"Party?" Trevor said, with understandable confusion.
"Of course. Can't let that little upstart show you up, can you?" Sarah asked.
Trevor shook his head. "What are you talking about?"
"Oh, right, sorry. I guess I shouldn't be so blatant about it. It is her party after all. Guess that's why you're number one: you know just what to say and when."
Trevor couldn't believe what he was hearing: not only was Sarah treating him like a friend, but she was acting like he was in charge. Determined to find out what exactly was going on, he walked past Sarah and headed towards the stairs. Sarah followed behind, neither she nor Trevor herself noticing as the former goth boy began to change...
