And so it was that Sarah approached Alistair while he was packing up his things. She put his hand on his, and he turned to look at her. There was a peculiar expression on his face as the two students locked eyes, but Sarah was unsure what it meant.
"What are you doing, Sarah?"
Ah. Confusion. It meant confusion.
Normally, Sarah would feel shame in this scenario, attempting subterfuge and being caught so openly, associating with someone like Alistair, just being caught off-guard in general. But once again, her Biff instincts kicked in.
"What, I can't give a guy a fist-bump?"
Alistair squinted his eyes. "Neither of us is making a fist."
"Yeah, I know," Sarah blew off the comment as though Alistair was the one being unreasonable, "that's why I was grabbing your hand to make it into a fist."
"Oh," the boy found himself accepting the explanation, raising his hand in a fist, and knocking it against Sarah's own offered fist. On any other day this exchange may have been awkward, but Sarah's confidence held any awkwardness at bay.
But when Alistair left, the gears in Sarah's head began to turn. Why hadn't it worked? Was she doing something wrong? Maybe Alistair didn't have any masculinity to give? If this was because of her wish, maybe she had to remember what, exactly, she had said.
"I wish I had their energy, then I could march right into that locker room and straighten them out"
Maybe it only applied to boys who were in the locker room at the time? Sarah would need to next target either someone masculine who she knew wasn't in that gym class, or someone non-masculine who definitely was in that gym class. And as she stepped into the hallway, the first person she spotted was...
