Jon went to his Homeroom, thinking about what had just happened. He had agreed to join the Cheerleading squad at the game tonight. Why would he do that? He would look ridiculous out there. He was a boy for God's sake. He couldn't do it. He had to find Lindsey later and tell her he couldn't do it. Was she hitting on him? He could have sworn he felt her grab his ass as he left. Maybe he was imagining that, maybe. He needed to find Karyn, after she apologized to him she could help him figure out what to do.
He sat down at his desk in Homeroom and got his stuff ready as the Bell rang. The teacher started to take attendance as Biff, the Quarterback of the Football team, and boyfriend of Sarah McMillan sat down in front of him. Biff had never been nice to Jon. He had always picked on him, ever since that first day in Kindergarten when Jon tripped and spilled the fingerpaints on his shirt, Biff had tried to humiliate Jon at least once a day.
Biff turned around in his seat and looked back at Jon for a second and looked Jon up and down. Jon tried not to make eye contact as he waited for the insult to come.
"Wow, Jon, you have got some sexy legs!" Biff said with absolute sincerity.
"...what...?" Jon responded caught completely off guard.
"I'm sorry, it's weird... I know, but damn, Jon... you're legs look better than Sarah's." He said bringing that familiar blush back to Jon's face.
"Biff, stop fucking with me." Jon said trying to blow him off.
"Jon, look... I know I haven't been the nicest guy to you in the past, but I've been thinking all week about this, and... well..."
Jon looked at Biff, very confused as he didn't even think the jock was at all capable of being sincere or having a personality other than Douche. And yet here he was, sitting in front of him, like an actual person and talking to Jon like... an actual person.
"Well," Biff continued "Jon, I'm sorry for everything. I'm sorry for treating you like I did, and I want to make it up to you."
"Make it up to me?" asked Jon, confused.
"Yeah, look... after the game tonight, lets you and me, go somewhere, and we can talk about this some more... maybe grab something to eat. I know this great place downtown." Biff said, in the most charismatic way.
Jon was about to agree until he realized what was happening... Biff wasn't treating him like an actual person. He was treating him like an actual Girl!
"uh, Biff..." Jon started.
"Great, I'll pick you up after the game, wear something nice!" Biff said decisively as he turned back around leaving Jon to wonder... what am I going to wear?
