Time for School Ch. 02

Chapter 2 - Jennifer


Note: All characters in this story involved in sexual situations are 18 years of age or older


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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. In a weird way, I think she actually 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 rung. 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 to why I was so into her were planted right atop her chest—she was quite physically matured for her age. She also very snobbish and had quite the 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 wild fantasy about the beautiful girl behind me. Everyone else in the class faded my from my mind except her. I imagined myself getting to my feet in the lonely classroom, walking up to her and just tear 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 sat 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 power 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 on, casually reaching behind me and just barely brushed 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 frozen around us. I pressed on, rubbing my fingertips against her thigh. Again, I was 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.


"Stop it, you asshole," she angrily muttered. "Turn around and leave me alone." She turned back to her work, sighing heavily in frustration. I couldn't help but chuckle quietly – her fevered responses were what I lived for. I knew her well enough to realize she was one or two more incidents away from completely losing her temper.




I flipped my notebook to a blank sheet of paper and wrote a note on it, asking her 'How big are your boobs?' I snickered and folded it once, casually reaching behind me and letting it land in front of her. She huffed angrily, slamming her pencil down on the table which was usually enough to grab peoples' attentions. Incredibly, she was willing to entertain what I could've had to say to her and flipped it open. After reading it, she immediately crumpled it up and threw it at the back of my head.


I grinned in amusement, letting her go back to working on her assignment. I looked around the room once more, amazed that she still had no idea what was happening all around her—or the lack thereof. She was so embroiled with her work that she didn't seem to care to make enough of a ruckus over being bothered by me. She just continued to write down on her paper, glancing between it and her textbook, whilst keeping a perturbed frown on her face.


But then, she went to turn the page of her book, only to realize it had become as solid as cement.


"What the fuck?" she muttered as she stared at the book, trying to force the page to turn.


I knew there was no more turning back at that point and so I kept moving forward.


She realized something wasn't right by then and I decided to distract her. I quickly turned my chair around with a smile upon my face as I put my feet up on her table.


"Hey," I said, pulling her very bitter attention away from the textbook as she glared up at me. "If the assignment is too complicated, maybe we can play a game."


She was completely incensed with me by then.


She angrily mocked me as she responded, "What game? Is it called 'Stab you in the fucking face with my pencil?'" She was shouting, trying to gather up attention to herself from the teacher to try and deter me from bothering her further. It was her typical defense, only this time I wasn't backing down.


"Actually, it's called 'Put up your feet and take a nice nap,'" I replied with an amused grin as I leaned back in my chair, closing my eyes and folding my hands behind my head with a content sigh. "I love this game."


"You're such a fucking idiot!" she shouted, causing me to stifle a laugh. "Why the fuck is no one paying attention to this shit?!"




She finally took a look around the room and what she saw completely shocked her.


"What the... hell...?" she whispered in confusion. I watched her as she got up from her chair and quickly became concerned as she tried to shake her friend next to her, only to find that she wasn't moving at all.


"Julie?" she uttered, visibly more worried as she began to pant fearfully. I stood up, smiling reassuringly at her as she looked to the teacher.


I decided to try to talk her down a bit, "Hey, you know I–," but she silenced me when she ran from her chair, pushing me out of the way and rushed to the teacher.


"Teacher?!" she asked in a panic, waving her hand in front of his face as he stared over the class. "Hello?!" She was panting even more fearfully than before, turning to the students in the front row and noting how motionless everyone was. Well, everyone except myself.




"What the fuck's going on here?!" she shouted in a panic just before I approached her from the side with a reassuring grin. She was so fixated on everyone else that when turned to me, she gasped in fright.


"Hey, calm down," I said, "there's no need to freak out."


"Are you a fucking idiot?!" she shouted at me before rushing to the door. "That's a stupid question, of course you are." I chuckled and grinned in response. "Can you seriously not see something fucked up is going on here?!" She pulled at the doorknob, grunting with effort, but it was as immovable as everything and everyone else.


I leaned on the table nearest the door, folding my arms across my chest and smiling calmly as I watched her turn around. She ran a shaking hand through her hair as she panted fearfully, her eyes bugged out as she looked around the room.


"This is not happening," she breathily said, "this is not fucking happening. I'm not trapped in some fucking horror movie. This is all a dream or something." Her eyes lit up. "Yeah, this is a dream!" She then squinted her eyes closed. "Okay... I'm going to wake up now and I'm going to be in my bed where everyone is alive and not frozen stiff."


I was amused, yet baffled. I didn't think at first that she would've reacted with such fright, though that was probably a giant miscalculation. My impression was that she'd see me as the only other animate person and instantly blame me for this. I'd never seen her so scared before, but I was confident I would make it right. While I could have returned everything to normal at any given second, I wasn't ready to back out on my idea just yet. I wanted to let it play out just a bit longer.




She swallowed and panted heavily before she looked over at me. It was then that she noted my calm, collected demeanor. I smiled and waved playfully at her. She suspiciously narrowed her eyes at me and her respiration slowly began to relax.


"Wait a minute," she said, keeping her eyes locked on me, "why the fuck are you so calm?" I just smirked and casually glanced down at my fingernails, making it more obvious to her. "Did you... did you do this?"


I kept my eyes on my fingertips as I gave an offhanded reply to her.


"Oh, yeah, I did it. It was nothing, really. Pretty cool, huh?" I looked up at her with an enthused grin a raised eyebrow. Jennifer was still in shock, although my relaxed demeanor seemed to help in calming her down. Inside, though, I was nervous as hell. Somehow I was finding an unknown confidence inside me I'd never harnessed before.




"But... how?" she asked.


"Well, uh," I replied, "I dunno. I mean, I just... made it happen."


She was befuddled and then angered by that answer. "What do you mean you just 'made' it happen?" I shrugged in response, unable to give her an answer. "How long have you been able to do this?"


"Since this morning, actually," I casually replied. She was even more flabbergasted.


"I don't..." she trailed off, unsure of what to even say. "This is the craziest shit I've ever seen," she added with a scoff as she looked around the room. "You froze everyone else... except me," she realized. "Well then, wait... why? Why did you even want to do this in the first place?"


"Just take a look around," I said. "Everybody's all frozen like ice. We're talking and walking around while they have no idea what's going on. I bet we could do anything we wanted...?" I added very suggestively.


She looked at me with such intense disbelief, which then morphed into an amused scoff—she'd quickly caught on to me. She folded her arms across her chest as she shook her head.


"You've got to be joking," she deadpanned. "You want to have sex with me?"


I chuckled. "We could also play Tic-tac-toe and 'Connect Four' on the board," I said with a grin. "But, having sex was also an idea that might have crossed my mind."


She mocked me with an arrogant smirk. "'Might have crossed your mind,' my ass. That's the only reason you did this."




"And," I began as I got off the table and started to approach her, "what if it was?"


She stayed put, turning her head away from me and pursing her lips in annoyance. "What makes you think I even want to do that? With you?" The way she looked over at me with those beautiful eyes was so curious, I could only imagine she was eager to find out what I would do next.


"Well~," I playfully said as I stood before her, "because I really don't think you hate me nearly as much you want me to believe. In fact, I think you like it when I bother you and touch your body."


She seemed slightly offended by my remark. "Ugh," she scoffed, a slight smirk appearing on the corner of her mouth. "You are such a perverted bastard. It's a lot easier to hate you than you realize."


"Oh yeah?" I inquisitively asked. "Do you hate when I do this?" I added as placed both hands on her hips and drew them up her sides. "Huh?"


"Don't touch me," she spat, swatting my hands away. I looked into her bright eyes and saw how filled with excitement they were. It caused me to immediately come back for more.


"How about when I do this?" I asked as I pressed my fingertips into her belly and tickled her hard. She let a tiny laugh slip, immediately covering her mouth to wipe her smile away. With her other hand she pushed mine away as she backed off.


"Sto-op," she remarked with an inadvertent chuckle. She then sucked her teeth and stomped her foot on the ground to compose herself again.




In that moment, it was so much more obvious to me how she really felt about me.


"This is really exciting isn't it?" I asked with a big grin. She casually brushed her lip to hide another smirk as she looked away from me. "In class, middle of the day, and we can get away with anything we want with no one to stop us?"


She slowly looked back at me and sighed. "... Maybe it's a little exciting," she admitted with a slight smile that quickly faded. "But that doesn't mean I automatically want to 'do it' with you. I hate you and you probably have a... tiny little penis that can only be seen by a magnifying glass anyway," she added by briefly glancing at my crotch.


I leaned in and amorously spoke, "You could always find out." She scoffed again, shaking her head in disbelief at me. She thought for a moment about the entire situation and of my demeanor toward her.




"I want to strangle you so badly for doing this," she remarked.


"You can strangle part of me," I suggestively replied. "It's pointing at you right now."


"God, you are such an arrogant asshole," she said as she grit her teeth to try and hide a grin. "You're the biggest piece of shit and the worst person I've ever met." She continued to berate me as I smiled, slowly and casually putting my arms around her lower back. "I wish you could just... drop off the face of the earth so I never have to see your ugly face ever again."


She didn't seem to pay any mind as I held her a bit tighter. "But then, if I dropped off the face of the earth... we couldn't do this," I said before leaning in and gently pressing my lips over her own. She quietly sighed and offered no resistance as she kissed me back. Her arms unraveled from her chest, placing her hands on my shoulders. I eased her back toward the wall, gently pressing her against it just as her lips parted from my own. We stood there for just a moment, panting softly while looking deeply into each others' eyes.


"You're the worst person I've ever met...," she quietly remarked as her hands gently stroked my cheeks. "I hate everything about you. I hate your stupid clothes, your stupid face, your stupid smile. ...You're a bastard and I hate your guts."


"I love it when you talk dirty to me," I replied in a husky voice before our lips mingled together once again. Her hands slid down to my shoulders again as I listened to her sigh in content. Pretty soon, I pressed my lips more implicitly over hers and took her into a much deeper kiss.




I was scared to death at that point, I had no idea where the hell I was getting such a ridiculous amount of confidence from. It was my first, real kiss with a girl and it was with Jennifer—I was in complete elation. In the back of my mind I was in sheer disbelief that I was kissing this gorgeous girl, while at the forefront I kept myself calm and collected. I had no idea how well I was kissing her, but the sound of her soft, content moans against my lips seemed to be a decent hint.


Eagerness and amazement surged through me. Her lips were so soft, carrying the delicately sweet taste of whatever lip balm she had on. I took in the sweet scent of her perfume, elated by the fact that she'd taken over all of my senses. Her body was so soft and warm, finding myself unconsciously holding her tightly against me to draw in more of her warmth.


The silence all around us amplified the sound of our breaths and our lips smacking together. Jennifer placed her hands on my shoulders as we kissed with a deeper intimacy than before. I, too, began to quietly moan as I pressed into her warm, plush lips over and over again. My hands came down from the wall and I wrapped my arms around her lower back, pulling her closer to me which helped to deepen the bond between our mouths.


She sighed in pleasure as she lifted a hand to gently cup my cheek, her touch creating a spark of elation inside me. I was so amazed to be sharing such an intimate moment with a girl that I'd been so enamored with for months; a girl that seemingly hated me with an undying passion. Yet, the only passion either of us felt at that moment was from the amicable warmth we shared.