Karyn was livid. She could hear everything that was being shouted from her hiding spot within the bathroom, and even if she was scared she wasn't going to let her best friend take abuse like that from someone she hated.
What did a little maggot like Jon Gibson know, anyway?
"I don't know why you keep following me around," Karyn pushed past Sarah, placing her between the two of them, "but it ends here. I don't want to so much as see you for the rest of the day." Karyn took another step forward, placed two hands on Jon's chest, and pushed him, stepping through the contact.
Soft boiled eggs. Yolk running down her throat. Karyn gasped. She turned to look at Sarah, a good three or four feet behind her, then refocused on Jon's confused and scared face, only mere inches away.
"It's whoever I'm closer to," Karyn sputtered quickly. "When I'm closer to you, I act like your friend. When I'm closer to her, I act like--"
Then the chill was back. Sarah had grabbed Karyn by the wrist and pulled her away. "Let's just go," she said, unaware that her friend's personality was being re-written by the second. "I'll walk you to class. I'm probably going to be late for mine, but Mr. Weller likes me, he won't give me any problems."
And by the time that sentence was out of Sarah's mouth, Karyn's brief return to her own mind was over. She shot Jon one last dirty look, before turning away and walking down the hallway with her protector, Sarah.
Jon just stood there, open-mouthed. Seeing this new version of Karyn face-to-face was... it was intimidating. Jon had never seen Karyn so angry, and especially not at him. It was like seeing a stranger with his friend's face.
But in that spit second, in that moment when it looked like Karyn, Jon's Karyn, was back in control, she'd said it was about whoever she's closest to. So maybe all Jon had to do was make sure he was always closer to Karyn than Sarah was.
