Jon felt a little uneasy. He knew Sarah. He knew her motivations. And if being a pampered princess like her had taught him anything, he knew that the longer he was without the stone, the better the chances that she would be changing things to her benefit. The worst part, though, was that even if she did change things -- he wouldn't be able to notice. Who knows what she could have changed already, he thought as he looked over at Karyn, busy primping herself in the mirror.
"Um, Paige? You think it's called mascara because if you, like, put it all over your face it'll be all mask'y and stuff?"
His smile on his face was unavoidable. "Thinking pretty hard about things, aren't ya, Karyn?"
Someday, she'll be the best hairdresser, he thought as he began applying lip gloss. It was almost like Karyn was born for it -- always an airhead through and through. Her nasally, cartoonish high-pitched voice, giggly personality and interest in all things pink made her perfect for that line of work. She was his best friend. It was too bad that when he was back to being Jon, he wouldn't be able to be her best client. Although, he just looked forward to it being like old times again.
Yeah, he knew nothing had changed yet -- but if he didn't hurry, they might. What was Sarah's plan? He couldn't figure out why he still remembered about the stone. Maybe it was an oversight on her part, or maybe there was some mysterious force protecting him- either way, Jon didn't want to find out if he was wrong. He was going to make his move sooner rather than later.
"C'mon Kare-bear, we've got to head out to the game. It's Varsity night -- we're meeting the rest of the girls there. Fashionably late -- you know the drill."
While Sarah was out cheering, tonight's game would be his best chance to get the stone back -- he surmised that sometime after halftime, he'd sneak into the locker room and break into number 342. It was going to be the perfect steal.
Jon twisted and turned in front of the mirror, checking himself out at every angle. He had just bought the speckled black ruffled party dress last week at Bloomingdale's. It was so cute that he just had to have it. He admitted to himself that the outfit wasn't very football game appropriate, but if tonight was his last night of being Paige, he was going to go all out. He almost craved the looks from the rest of the students, and the disapproving looks from their parents. The large pink belt he added only added to the package. He dusted himself with a pinchful of sparkles and blew himself a kiss in the mirror. Back to his own life tonight. It was showtime.
