The big game was only two days away and Jon couldn't wait to reveal his surprise. The plan was to slowly work on Biff's mind throughout the week, until he took the field with the cheerleaders on Friday. Then, after his new role became thoroughly engrained, Jon would say the magic words to return life to the way it was -- except for Biff, who would be caught under the floodlights in front of the whole school! Because of the savvy way he worded the wish, Biff might not even realize anything had changed! He might even finish the routine, unless the howling laughter got to him first. He'd probably have to transfer.
Jon just wanted to see the plan through, so he hadn't made that many more wishes. Just a quick one to keep Biff only halfway suspicious about what was taking place, and another to make him feel compelled to go along with the school week. That last one was Karyn's idea - the wish wouldn't have been half as fun if Biff stayed in his bedroom all day and they weren't able to keep tabs on him. She could be really smart sometimes.
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Why did he order a salad? He hated salad. Biff absent-mindedly twirled a lock of hair between his fingers as he waited for Tiffany, Melissa, Jessica, and Amber to get to the lunch-table. In fact, he wasn't really hungry, but bit into a crouton anyway as a swirl of pink assaulted the seats around him. He always ate lunch with his linemen and running back, but today for some reason, the cheerleaders wanted to hang out with him a lot more than usual. Probably because he looked so hot today. The red tunic and the large black belt buckled around his waist was an obvious choice from his closet - it was cut low to show off his manly chest and the light, stretchy fabric gave him great freedom of movement. The jeans were another story. The label on them said "cigarette," which sounded cool until he was pulling them up his legs. They were super tight! But, they made his butt look good. And were skinny enough for him to wear the Uggs he found over them.
As he nibbled on a cucumber, he noticed Jon Madison looking at him again. Unlike the salon though, this time it was from across the lunch room. It looked like Jon was up to something, and that same smirk from before made Biff think it had something to do with him. He was going to find out, but then Tiffany started to dish on her latest crush, and he needed to finish that salad. He'd do it later.
