It wasn’t too much longer before Tiffany’s car parked on the street outside of Amber’s house, and two cheerleaders emerged.
“Jon!” Sarah’s face lit up as she saw the boy lazing on the sofa. “How did last night go? Tell me everything! What did you and Karyn do?”
“We fucked,” Jon grunted without any fanfare, his eyes focused on Tiffany rather than Sarah.
Tiffany flushed slightly, but Sarah was taken off-guard. She didn’t have a problem with Jon and Karyn having sex, but there was something weird about Jon today. The Jon that she’d gotten to know was sweet and considerate. He was a little shy, but earnest. He cared, maybe more than he should.
This morning, Jon may as well have been Biff Meadows. And Sarah didn’t mind being around Biff Meadows, she’d dated the boy for two years, but seeing Biff’s expressions on Jon’s face struck her as wrong.
Sarah had no way of knowing that, in that moment, she was the only person on the planet with any memory at all of that sweet and considerate version of Jon. Jon didn’t remember who he’d been the day before. And as long as Jon was still closer to Karyn than Sarah was, she’d remain the bitchy version of herself, who only remembered the asshole version of Jon.
So Sarah was flying blind as she slid onto the sofa next to Jon to try to get a positive reaction from the boy she’d bought clothes for, the boy she’d lent her car to, the boy she set up her best friend with. “Is that all? Did you enjoy the restaurant?”
“Food was good,” his eyes were still on Tiffany as his voice dropped a register, “but the sex was better.”
Lake Point High School’s self-proclaimed slut queen felt something flutter in her chest and she sat down on Jon’s other side, the boy’s eyes tracking her as she moved.
Sarah suddenly felt very ignored. She wasn’t used to feeling ignored. She didn’t like it. And she especially didn’t like feeling ignored by the boy she’d given so much attention to over the last two days.
“Let me get my keys and my card back?” she asked with a guardedness that did not come naturally to her.
“Here,” Jon grunted again, still not taking his eyes off of Tiffany whose hand had migrated to his bicep, as he unceremoniously dug his hand into his pocket and deposited the contents onto Sarah’s lap.
“Hey! What’s your problem this morning?” This was the point at which Sarah remembered that she was Sarah, and she stood up indignantly. “After all that I’d done to help you? I’m not expecting, like, high praise or anything, but you could at least be a little polite.”
Jon closed his eyes for a moment, as though this was the only acceptable way to break eye contact with Tiffany, then rolled his head back towards Sarah before opening them with a patronizing stare.
“Jealousy isn’t a good look on you.”
“I’m not jealous.”
Jon laughed, he actually laughed right in Sarah’s face. “Sure, you bought me an entire wardrobe, you let me borrow your car, you even gave me your credit card, and you’re telling me it’s not because you secretly want a piece of this? God, Sarah, don’t be so pathetic.”
Then he rolled his head right back to Tiffany, whose expression had shifted. She was a bit of an airhead, and she definitely let her libido do the thinking more than she should, but she wasn’t going to stand by while her friend was insulted.
Tiffany stood up and linked her arm through Sarah’s, pulling her friend with her towards the back patio, as Sarah just followed in shock.
Jon remained on the sofa and stretched out again. "Bitches," he grunted just loud enough for the two girls to hear.
