While Biff talked with Athena, Trevor kept his distance. He knew how she felt about the "popular" crowd. He felt the same way. So just imagine how disgusted he was about his current predicament.
"Hey, Trevor," a guy said from behind him, slapping a hand on his shoulder. Trevor spun around and glared at the guy. He recognized the voice even before he saw him. It was Randy Goodman, one of Biff's jock buddies ... now one of Trevor's jock buddies (ugh). Just earlier that morning, Trevor remembered this guy and that jerk Steve Farber ripping on him, calling him a freak of nature. And now, here he was, that same person ... only this time, he was treating Trevor as a friend. Ugh, he hated the idea of being this guy's friend.
"Keep the fuck away from me," Trevor spat at him.
Randy took a step back, startled. "Whoa, you're in a pissy mood this morning. Something go wrong?"
"You could say that."
"Well, I've got something that'll lift your spirits," Randy said. If only he knew what would lift Trevor's spirits, for real. Randy held up two tickets. "I've got two tickets to the game this weekend. I can't go, but I thought that maybe ..."
"What game?" Trevor asked.
Randy looked oddly at him. "The basketball game. It's this weekend, remember?"
"I'm not interested," Trevor said. He was never interested in sports, either watching them or participating in them. And just because everyone thought he was a jock in this reality, it didn't mean that he was going to start.
"Not interested? Since when ..."
"Listen, just leave me alone, okay?" Trevor snapped at him, then he turned back towards Athena and Biff. But they weren't there! Where did they go? He was trying to keep an eye on them, but thanks to Randy's interruption, he got distracted.
"What's wrong with you today?" Randy asked him.
But Trevor didn't answer. He just walked away down the hall. Biff and Athena couldn't have gone far. It had only been a few minutes since he lost track of them.
"Trevor, where are you going?" Randy asked.
