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Jennifer's spitefulness towards me wasn't without reason. I was known for being pretty outlandish and a troublemaker. Still, I had to do something while I was bored in class, and that 'something' always seemed to end up pestering Jennifer, if only 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, 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 playfully smirked at her. She merely rolled her eyes and walked past, taking her seat 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 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 seemed insane to me that such a gorgeous girl was just a mere arm's length behind me. Everything that made her so damn appealing seemed to be sitting right there next to me, yet her unyielding displeasure for me kept me at bay and kept her untouchable.

The teacher began his lesson, but I couldn't pay attention to him with Jennifer's thoughts swirling about in my head. I blankly stared at the teacher as he spoke, but 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 blouse down the middle. She would be stunned, unable to 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, sat up, and exhaled sharply.

I tried to quell the fantasy churning in my head as I turned my attention to what the teacher was writing on the board. I took my notebook and pen from my backpack and placed it on the table, then opened the book. But as I clicked my pen, the fantasy of Jennifer suddenly came back. As it rolled through my head from the beginning, I noted the point where everyone else in the class vanished. That's when the light bulb over my head turned on, and my eyes grew wide with excitement.

Being distracted by the thought of Jennifer utterly naked caused me to forget about my newfound powers and the confidence that they had started to build up inside me. Naturally, I blamed her for my distraction; it couldn't have been my fault.

A crazy thought crossed my mind: what if I could use my newfound power to make my fantasies come true? Everyone in class 'vanishing' would be just like stopping time. They wouldn't be able to hear or see me as if they weren't there at all.

But could I do it? What if something went wrong? What if it freaked her out or she didn't want to try? A million questions floated 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. Different scenarios played out in my mind, and I tried 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 making 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 continued to murmur amongst themselves while taking out their textbooks and opening them.

This was it - the moment I had been waiting for. I smiled in excitement and followed the teacher's instructions, pulling out my textbook from my backpack. I noticed Jennifer doing the same from the corner of my eye. She may have been fiery-tempered, but she was still 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, wanting to keep everything appearing normal to her at first and not 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 frozen class with a sense of wonder. I pressed on, rubbing my fingertips against her thigh. Again, she quickly pushed my hand away, cutting her eyes at me, looking as though she were about to snap her pencil in two.