When the door swung open, instead of Jon, it was Biff Meadows, the star of the football team, homecoming king, and all around douchebag standing there. At least that's who Zoe thought it was. This Biff had the same face, albeit with a few pimples and a slightly longer haircut, but he was noticeably less muscular. The guy who could be seen most morning's in the school gym and always took weightlifting for his elective suddenly had the muscle mass of, well, Jon, the guy who's room he was standing in. Except, as she peered beyond the yawning Biff, who now that she thought of it was definitely a few inches shorter than she remembered, she saw the room had been totally redecorated. It was still a teenage boy's room so it wasn't a titanic shift, but the walls had posters of various athletes instead of John's movie posters and the bookcase was conspicuously absent among countless other little shifts.
The scrawny version of Biff rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, "what do you want, brat?"
Still an asshole then,* Zoe decided before demanding, "what are you doing in Jon's room?"
Biff gave her a confused look, "I'm in my own damn room. Is all that pasty makeup seeping into your brain? Who's Jon anyway?"
Zoe was about to snap that Jon was her brother and Biff very well knew who he was, but stayed her tongue as all the oddities of the morning really started to hit her. This wasn't just Biff and Jon playing some weird kind of prank by shifting the room around. Biff had physically changed and pretty drastically from just a week ago before they'd left for break and he was starting at her like she was the one who'd grown a second head. Obviously something freaky deaky was going on, something beyond the natural and that meant there was only one thing to do.
"I need to talk to Athena," Zoe muttered as a confused and irritated Biff watched his sister walk away.
If she'd stayed and listened, she might have heard him mutter in return, "and who the fuck is Athena?"
