As Biff moved through the growing crowd of people in the hallway, he noticed how people were looking at him. They looked at him like he was some sort of freak. But he couldn't blame them. He was some kind of freak, looking the way he did. He just hoped he could get rid of all this Goth stuff and try to get things back to normal, if Trevor's "plan" didn't pan out. People may not remember who he really was, but that didn't mean that he couldn't restart his friendships, sometime down the line. He just didn't intend on staying a Goth any longer than he needed to.
As Trevor walked through the hall, trying to lead Biff to Athena, he noticed how people were looking at him. Some smiled, some waved. It was very disturbing, seeing people act like that. Only moments earlier, those same people would have spat on him, calling him a freak. But now, they were immensely friendly. However, Trevor had no intention of reciprocating. These weren't his friends. They were only interested in him because he was popular. Ugh. People could be so shallow. When Trevor was a Goth, people who considered him a friend liked him because of him, not some fucking image.
"There she is," Trevor said, pointing towards a girl down the hall. She was dressed in a black lace dress and red under-bust corset. Her hair was black with red streaks. And she had a very pale complexion. Yeah, definitely a Goth. Biff took a deep breath, then approached her.
