"I'm supposed to be tutoring her in Geometry," Jon said, rattling off the first viable excuse he could think of.
Zoe rolled her eyes. She wasn't buying it. "Yeah, right... 'tutoring.' As if that skank gives a shit about her grades."
"It's the truth!" he insisted.
The two hung there for a second in the hallway, Zoe continuing to stare at him, one arm folded across her body, one eyebrow arched as if to ask "are you serious?"
"Just give me the phone, Zoe."
"Pfft... whatever, loser."
Jon took the phone from his sister, holding his hand over the receiver until he was in his room with the door closed. Sitting on his bed he finally answered. "Karyn?"
On the other end of the line, Karyn sounded hoarse. He thought she might have been crying. He wondered what had happened between his wish and her coming home from school.
"Jon, I think something went wrong with my wish."
"What do you mean," he asked, feigning ignorance.
"Everyone thinks I'm some kind of slut. Even my mom! You wouldn't believe the things she said to me when I got home today. I think it's because of the wish I made for larger breasts... now everything thinks I've always had them, but apparently they think I'm the school slut or something too!"
Jon contemplated his next words. He decided to play ignorant a bit longer. "Karyn, that doesn't make any sense... just because you would've had big breasts doesn't mean you'd have been the school slut."
Her voice raised slightly. "Well I don't know what else it could be! Isn't there something we could do about this?"
"Well," Jon took a long pause, trying to sound thoughtful, "wishes can't be reversed. But we may be able to modify the wish a bit to potentially make things easier for you. Why don't you meet after school tomorrow and we'll hash out some ideas?"
Karyn sniffled a bit. "Thanks, Jon. I knew I could count on you. I'll see you tomorrow."
Jon hung up the phone and walked it back downstairs. He hadn't counted on Karyn's parents thinking she was a slut. He supposed he had played it a bit too fast and loose with that last wish. On his way upstairs, he thought about his next move. Regardless of what they wished, Karyn's time as the school slut would theoretically end tomorrow shortly after their meeting. He wondered if there was an opportunity to capitalize, or if he wanted to take this wish even further.
