Jon was about to respond when Biff reached them, and wrapped his arm around Sarah. "I was waiting for you by the car...and your friends said you left...and I see who you are talking to? I mean, do you think I'm going to be jealous?"
"Yeah, well..." Sarah started.
"Let's get going..." Biff said, gently pulling her away from Jon.
"We'll talk about that...group project later," Sarah called. "Biff...loosen up...I can walk on my own," she said.
"Sorry, babe...I thought you liked it when I held you..." Biff said, loosening his grip a bit. "So...you got stuck with Gibson on a project?"
"Yeah...stuck..." Sarah said.
Biff wasn't the deepest guy in the world, but even he noticed something about Sarah was off. She didn't seem herself. "You all right?"
"Yes!" Sarah said, almost too quickly. "I just...want to go home."
"Sure," he said, guiding her to his car.
As he pulled away from the curb, Sarah clasped her hands together on her lap. She'd never seriously considered ending up with Biff as a boyfriend. He was hot...but was a jerk. Although that was pre-wish Biff. Maybe this Biff was better. Having his arm around her hadn't felt good...it felt...confining. Jon...you'd better wish me the hell out of this mess....
