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something' always seemed to end up being pestering Jennifer, if only just to get a reaction out of her. Weirdly, I think she liked the attention I was giving her. The two of us shared a content

ached me, I smirked playfully at her. She merely rolled her eyes and walked past, taking her seat which was ju

her were planted right atop her chest-she was quite physically mature for her age. She was also very snobbish and had quite a temper. I'd been called every name in the book by her and

ehind me. It was like everything that made her so damn appealing was sitting right there ne

uldn't even pay attention to him with thou

rl behind me. Everyone else in the class faded from my mind except her. I imagined myself getting to my feet in the lonely classroom, w

it as I'd set her down on the cold, two-person black marble tabletop and start to warm it up under her seat. I'd ge

's attention, snapping me abruptly from my hormone-fueled day

opened the book after placing it on the table. But then, as I clicked my pen, the fantasy of Jennifer suddenly came back. As it rolled through my head from the beginning,

forget about my awesome new powers and the confidence that they had s

antasies come true? Everyone in class 'vanishing' would be just the same as if

ing goes wrong? What if it freaks her o

head. I knew I couldn't just go for it straight

ad and I tried my best to consider every possibility. At times, I couldn't help but be amazed at what I thought could ha

ncredible new power. I sighed sharply, keeping a cool

pen your books and copy the facts highlighted with bullet points from pages two-hundred and three to two-hundred and seven." Some

d moment I was waiting for. I s

ck, noticing Jennifer do the same from the corner of my eye. She may have been

efully as I sat back in my seat, hearing Jennifer's pencil quietly tapping and scribbling on her paper. My h

papers. I wanted to keep everything appearing normal to her at

watted my hand away, looking up at me with her usual threatening glare before focusing back on her work. I looked around the class with a sense o

cut her eyes at me, looking as though s