Jon’s bedroom blinked out of existence. Then another bedroom blinked into existence. A girl’s bedroom. A rich girl’s bedroom. Sarah McMillan’s bedroom, complete with its very own Sarah McMillan, who in that moment was looking away from Jon and out her window.
Jon heard a quiet “eep” from behind him and turned to see Karyn, now dressed in a different but equally sexy outfit, and suddenly he found a quiet “eep” escaping his own lips.
A range of expressions crossed Karyn’s face before it settled on relief. But even that was quickly replaced when Sarah turned to look at the source of the two “eep”s that she had heard.
“What the fuck are you doing here, Jon?”
Karyn immediately stepped up to his side. “I invited him,” she said quickly, trying to come up with something that would placate the cheerleader. “We’re dating.”
“You’re what?” Sarah demanded, taking a step towards the two. “Since when?”
“Since today.” Karyn was continuing on instinct. “Jon and I had a talk during class, and it just…” Karyn wasn’t sure what words were about to come out of her mouth. “It just cleared things up. We’re dating now.” She leaned in and kissed his cheek to punctuate the statement, to give it credibility. “I didn’t know how to tell you because I knew you’d be upset.”
Sarah gave them a cold, hard, skeptical look. “Really. Him?”
“Really,” Karyn nodded. “Him.”
Sarah shook her head slowly, then sighed. “I may not understand it, but if that’s who you want to date, then you’re still my best friend.”
That’s when Sarah did something that Jon hadn’t planned for. In fairness, Jon hadn’t really had much of a plan in the first place, but among the many things Sarah could have done to throw a monkey wrench into Jon’s plans, hugging Karyn wasn’t even on Jon’s list of possibilities.
Momentum pulled the two embracing girls just a foot or so away from Jon, Sarah’s back to the boy as Karyn looked at him from over Sarah’s shoulder.
Her face darkened as newer eyes, bitchier eyes, focused in on Jon.
“You loser!” Karyn broke out of Sarah’s embrace and stared Jon down as she took two heavy steps in his direction. For a moment, the entirety of Karyn's rage was focused only on Jon.
Then her eyes fluttered. She was closer to Jon now. She wasn't angry at him anymore.
“Wait,” Sarah turned, genuinely confused. “Is he a loser, or is he your boyfriend?”
Karyn was still a little fuzzy-headed from her quick change back and forth, but some neuron in her brain sparked just enough to connect to another and trigger her instinct to give a cute little turn as she wrapped an arm around Jon possessively and tilted her face to look at Sarah. “He’s my loser.” The words were at once both possessive and fond.
And combined with the close physical contact, they were triggering a deep feeling in Jon that he had also not prepared for.
Sarah gave an exasperated huff and walked over to her vanity, turning the chair around to sit down facing the newly-declared couple.
“Alright, then,” she began with her elbows on her knees and her thumbs below her chin. “What are your intentions with my best friend, Jon Gibson? And they’d better be good.”
