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“So now that you’ve got super powers, do you think you’ll talk to Freddie?” Elyssa asked on the ride to school.

“Yeah - I’m feeling really good about it,” I answered.

It was tough concentrating in Algebra class, but I’m good at math so I figured it would all click when I did my homework.

We had a test in Social Studies. I had to really scrape my brain to find the answers, and even then I wasn’t all that confident. I figured I’d get a B. I was disappointed in myself.

Eventually lunch time came around, and I fought with myself for the courage to talk to Freddie. He was with his friends and if I talked to him I’d be interrupting. “It’s not supposed to be this hard!” I muttered to Elyssa.

“Just say hi, and don’t worry about it beyond that. If it doesn’t work out you can try again,” Elyssa told me, and then gave me a shove.

Somehow I managed to do the impossible and approached the guy I liked. “Hey, Freddie. Guys.” After a short but painful pause I added, “What did you think of the test?”

“Pretty easy, I guess. Probably got an A,” he answered. In the time it took him to say that, his eyes darted over my shoulder to where I knew Elyssa was still standing, twenty feet away, twice.

“I know I missed a few,” told him.

His eyes stayed locked on Elyssa for a couple seconds before he spoke again. “Hey, um, William’s having a party tonight. It would be really cool if you and Elyssa came.”

“Really?” I asked, bright-eyed.

“Yeah, totally.”

The boys’ Physical Education coach was missing, so the girls’ coach was watching both classes. She spent the whole time on her phone arguing with her mechanic or accountant or someone, so we were effectively unsupervised.

I got so horny watching the guys in their shorts doing sprints and hurdles. A couple of them had ripped open the sides of their gym shirts so I could sometimes see glimpses of their sweaty chests. I couldn’t understand how other girls could keep their cool around hot guys.

Ours was a small private middle-school; there were only about seventy kids in our ninth grade class. Half of them were boys, and half of the boys had P.E. at the same time as me. Of those, about two-thirds were guys that I wanted to do me. Freddie was my crush, of course, but some slutty animal part of my brain kept creating fantasies to compare them. Steph kept giving me dirty looks, because she was an evil bitch.

Elyssa and I went to my house so I could change before the party: I went with jeans, boots, and a dressy top instead of the shorts and polo shirt I had been wearing at school. The top I chose was green. Elyssa and I agreed that it went with my multiverse-cheat bracelet, and contrasted nicely with my strawberry blonde hair. I wanted to wear contacts, but my mom forgot to order new ones for me a week before, so I had to stick with my glasses.

Elyssa stayed in her clothes from school: jeans, a tight crop-top, and an open flannel shirt. It didn’t matter - she always looked amazing in anything. Everything she wore flattered her chest, hips, legs, whatever. She was an ninth grader with a swimsuit model’s figure. Everything looked tight on her.

The party wasn’t like high schoolers have: there was no beer, and William’s parents were home although they stayed in their bedroom. But there was music and snacks and people seemed to be in a good mood. It quickly became obvious, though, that Freddie had only invited me to get Elyssa to come. Any time the three of us were together he was talking to her, and when she found an excuse to leave, he left soon after.

I hit the button to reset back to a new temporary timeline on the ride home.