Karyn was waiting at Jon's locker after class had ended. And I thought changing my hair and breasts was a disastrous mistake. Jon's bad wish has been out of control so far. She thought about how he had looked in the cheerleading uniform and chewed on her lip a bit. If he wasn't so panicked, it would have been easier to tell him, but he honestly didn't look bad in it, she considered. Years of platonic friendship, and then suddenly a number of kisses throughout the morning and made her whole body tingle when she thought about it. She had entirely been off in a cloud the last class - when she looked down at her notes as class ended, she realized it was nothing but a series of scribbles. Thinking about the changes to Jon, thinking about the impending changes to their friendship, thinking about those kisses... and possibly more kisses later...
As Karyn waited, Amber Levine came excitedly up to her. "Karyn," she squealed, "Is it true you've got a date with Jon Madison later tonight?"
Karyn stared at her, confused. "Um, yes? How do you know or care?"
A huge smile remained on Amber's face. "Tiffany's been telling everyone. And why would I care? Are you kidding? Jon is one of the hottest guys in school."
Karyn blinked. "He is?" Oh no.
Amber rolled her eyes with a giggle. "Of course he is. I mean, those muscles, and just the way he moves, and, wow, you know?" She leaned in conspiratorily. "And is it true what the rumors say? About what he's packing downstairs?"
Karyn recoiled. "What? How would I know? Stop it. Go away."
Amber winked. "Oh, sure, I get it, I get it! You let us know afterwards, okay?" She shook her head. "I heard he was wearing one of our uniforms, too, it's just too bad he won't be joining us on the sidelines tonight at the game. We wouldn't even need the boys, we'd be able to cheer the other team right off the field!" She giggled again. "Well, see ya!"
Karyn stood there, stunned. *Something must have happened last period, right? How could Jon's status change that much unless something happened... Wait, what if he made another bad wish? Oh God. Maybe we need to get Jon out of here somehow. What does he have next? Gym?"
Just then, she glanced down the hall, and froze. Jon had turned the corner and was walking toward her. But he was... different. What was it? Karyn stared. Jon was... strutting. Confidently. His shoulders were back. His posture was utterly sure of himself. He was placing one foot in front of the other, hips swaying from side to side, right down the middle of the hallway. His purse hung from his side, but it looked incredibly natural there. Other students were parting in front of him. Holy shit, Karyn thought. Jon was smiling, but... That's not how Jon smiles, she realized. His normal simple, doofy smile had been replaced by a half smile he was reinforcing by making eye contact with students on either side, over and over. Amber was right. That is... incredibly hot.
Jon's eyes locked onto Karyn and his half-smile widened a little, his bright red lips emphasizing every facial movement. She felt his eyes bore into her, and she couldn't look away.
"Karyn," Jon said, coming up to her and immediately sliding one hand behind her waist. He pulled her in close as he tossed his head slightly, his long ponytail resettling behind him. "How was class?" he breathed, his face just inches from hers.
"Jon," Karyn was wide-eyed. "What happened last period?"
"English? You know, the usual. Would have been better with you there."
Karyn felt weak. "Jon, what did you copy this time?"
"You can't guess?" Jon tossed his hair again. "A little something from Jennifer." His hand tightened on her back a little. "A little something from Mrs. Kline." Then he pulled her in fully against him, and under his skirt, Karyn could feel an incredible bulge. "And a little something from Steve."
"Jon, you're..." Karyn was at a loss for words. "You've really changed."
He smirked a little. "And?"
"You're Jon, but... you're not really Jon anymore."
"... and is that a bad thing?" He reached one hand up, and holding the back of her head, pulled her in for a kiss. Karyn melted into it. The other kisses were euphoric, like most first kisses are. But this was the kiss of someone who knew what they were doing. She felt Jon's tongue glide across her teeth, and he pulled back, biting her lip. Heat was radiating off him. Radiating off her? Holy shit, she thought again.
Jon smiled like a cat that just caught a mouse. "Looks like you might have picked up some of my lipstick there." He licked his thumb and rubbed slightly at her lips, and even that felt sensual.
"When did you put on lipstick?" she asked, breathlessly.
"During last period. I felt I needed some."
"That wasn't a color that fell out of your purse before," Karyn stammered.
"No? I guess you're right," Jon stepped back and looked inside. "There's several tubes in there now, though. Must have changed after one of the swaps."
Karyn reached out tentatively, putting her hand on Jon's stomach. "Jon, these latest copies... are you ok?"
Jon glanced upward, thinking. "Part of me is definitely concerned. But part of me feels very, very good. And I feel like I know what I want, and I know I'm going to get it." He stepped in close again. "And right now, that's you."
The bell rang as a warning. "Jon..." Karyn didn't want to leave Jon's side on a personal level, but then - if he goes off to another class and makes a few more copies, at this rate, he'll be entirely gone. "Jon, you..." She thought as fast as she could. "Jon, I think you need to skip next class with me." She felt her hands rise up to her head. "Here, copy off me."
She pulled a glowing strand out of her head and gently pushed it into Jon's head. She didn't know what was in that strand. Concern? Desire? Heat? Just a desperate play at stopping time so she could think about how to fix things? Or what she should even fix?
Jon closed his eyes for a second, then reopened them with his eyes locked on hers. That hot, evil smile was back, but maybe it had just a touch of friendship to it now, too? "I know how to get into the prop and costume room in the back of the auditorium. We can go there."
Karyn let herself be pulled along as Jon wrapped his arm around her waist again and directed her down the hall. "How do you know that?"
He lifted an eyebrow at her. "Let's just say that Mrs. Kline knows it to be a nice discreet place if she ever needs one."
Karyn felt her entire body tingle. Ohhhhh.... holy fuck.
