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Jennifer's spitefulness towards me wasn't without reason. I was known for being pretty outlandish and being a troublemaker. Still, I had to do something while I was being bored in class. That '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 contentious dynamic. It was almost like a strange cat-and-mouse game we played as to how much she could endure before she lashed out at me in front of the entire class. She was so cute when she was mad.

The chatter between students continued and only amplified once the bell to begin class rang. As Jennifer approached me, I smirked playfully at her. She merely rolled her eyes and walked past, taking her seat which was just behind mine. She was wearing a sweater, seemingly feeling colder than I was in the brisk, early winter air.

Jennifer had been blessed with phenomenal beauty. Her fair skin and her shiny, brunette hair were accentuated by her dark green eyes. But two of the biggest reasons why I was so into 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 still kept coming back for more. As crazy as it seemed, her fiery attitude only added to my appeal for her. If only she knew how I felt about her. She'd probably just laugh in my face.

Still, it was insane to me having such a gorgeous girl like that just a mere arm's length behind me. It was like everything that made her so damn appealing was sitting right there next to me, yet her unyielding displeasure for me kept me at bay and kept her so untouchable.

The teacher was beginning his lesson. I couldn't even pay attention to him with thoughts of Jennifer swirling about in my head.

I blankly stared at the teacher as he began to speak, yet I heard nothing. I was in the middle of a wild fantasy about the beautiful girl behind me. Everyone else in the class faded from my mind except her. I imagined myself getting to my feet in the lonely classroom, walking up to her, and just tearing her sweater and her blouse down the middle. She'd be stunned, unable to even react to such an action.

I'd then pull her to her feet, my arm behind her back, and kiss her deeply, passionately. She'd have no problem with 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 gently climb onto it with her as I lay her back, my body hunched over hers, grabbing for her breasts while I kissed her.

The teacher suddenly tapped on the whiteboard to get everyone's attention, snapping me abruptly from my hormone-fueled daydream. I straightened my back as I sat up and exhaled sharply.

I tried to quell the fantasy churning in my head as I turned my attention to what the teacher began writing on the board. I took my notebook and a pen from my backpack and 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, I took note of the point where everyone else in class simply vanished. That's when the light bulb over my head turned on. My eyes grew wide as they lit up with excitement.

Being distracted by the thought of Jennifer utterly naked caused me to forget about my awesome new powers and the confidence that they had started to build up inside me. Naturally, it was all her fault; not mine.

A crazy thought crossed my mind: What if I could use my new power to make my fantasies come true? Everyone in class 'vanishing' would be just the same as if I had stopped time. They can't hear me or see me like they weren't even there.

But, could I even do it? What if something goes wrong? What if it freaks her out? What if she doesn't even want to try?

A million questions started floating around in my head. I knew I couldn't just go for it straight away—I had to be more clever and think it through.

I took a moment to weigh my options and formulate an idea in my head. A bunch of different scenarios played out in my head and I tried my best to consider every possibility. At times, I couldn't help but be amazed at what I thought could happen. Little by little I worked out something that would be fun and exciting to try, while also having it all make sense.

I was extremely nervous, but I had confidence in my incredible new power. I sighed sharply, keeping a cool head. I just had to wait until I was good and ready.

Soon after, our incredibly 'exciting' teacher spoke up in his usual monotone voice. "All right, class," he began, "I want you to open your books and copy the facts highlighted with bullet points from pages two-hundred and three to two-hundred and seven." Some of the class groaned quietly as they all continued to murmur amongst each other whilst taking out their textbooks and opening them.

This was it; that aforementioned moment I was waiting for. I smiled and inhaled in excitement.

I followed the teacher's instructions and pulled out my textbook from my backpack, noticing Jennifer do the same from the corner of my eye. She may have been fiery-tempered, but she was still pretty focused when it came to her schoolwork.

As the class began their assignment, the talking quieted down, setting the stage for my plan. I listened carefully as I sat back in my seat, hearing Jennifer's pencil quietly tapping and scribbling on her paper. My heart began to race and my palms sweat, my lips spreading into an eager grin as I kicked my idea into motion.

I stopped time around myself and her, our chairs, pencils, and papers. I wanted to keep everything appearing normal to her at first and not just immediately startle her into a heart attack.

I contained my excitement as I continued, casually reaching behind me and just barely brushing against her knee with my fingertips. She quickly swatted 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 of wonder, everyone and everything was frozen around us. I pressed on, rubbing my fingertips against her thigh. Again, I have quickly pushed away.

I turned to her with a playful grin. She cut her eyes at me, looking as though she were about to snap her pencil in two.