Impatient about his predicament, Jon grabbed the shirt closest to him and threw it on. Unfortunately for him it was the man's black t-shirt with the words "My Mom Puts Out" written on it. Rolling his eyes, he resolved to run to his room to change into something less offensive before someone in his family saw him. He worried about what sounded like a party on the other side of the laundry room door, but he would laugh off the shirt if caught, saying it was a dare.
He threw the door open and was met by a wall of sound. Music was playing, people were talking, bursts of laughter spattered into conversation all around him. It seemed that there was indeed a party happening. He recognized kids from his school, popular and unpopular, all having a great time.
When did this happen? he wondered. He didn't have long to dwell, though, as Biff Meadows, the football captain approached him and slapped him a high five.
"S'up."
Strange, Jon thought, Biff has never given me the time of day before, now he's high-fiving me?
If Biff noticed anything strange he didn't let on. Instead, he leaned in close to Jon and spoke very lowly, so only Jon could hear.
"So, will she, you know, like we talked about?" The jock seemed to be implying something that Jon and he had spoken of earlier, but Jon couldn't figure what it was for the life of him.
"Um, you'll have to excuse me for a minute Biff," Jon squeezed past him, "I've just got to run to my room for a minute."
Jon shoved his hands in his jean short pockets as he walked toward his bedroom, only to find he had a roll of fifty dollar bills shoved in the left one. Where had these come from? His mind was already reeling when he opened the door to his room to see...
