Bait and Switch Ch. 08

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Thanks to JA talking about marriage, and kids. I’m not ready for that, so I was going to dump her.”

At first, I couldn’t imagine someone dumping a girl as hot as Gina but thinking back to how Gina acted at times, I couldn’t argue that she could be clingy. I understood why he would want to break up with her, but at the same time I was still bothered. Gina was a good friend, if not more.

“So who is this other girl?”

“What do you care?” I just looked at him, willing him to give me the answer. I thought I might be able to use my switches to get it out of him, but was tired of manipulating the man. “Fine, if it will get you to leave me alone. It’s Nicole Hama.” The bully nodded, and I looked at another table to see the redhead eating with her friends. I had always thought she was cute, but rather stuck up, myself.

A small part of me felt that since I was the one to ruin things for him, I should be the one to fix them.

“Gimme a second,” I told Robbie, and stood to walk over to Nicole.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Robbie demanded, but I ignored him as I walked over to the woman’s table.

Nicole was a cheerleader, and she was perfect for that, attitude and all. She surrounded herself with other cheerleaders everywhere she went, and today was no different.

A plan started to form in my mind as I walked over to her small group. The table went quiet as I approached, and I assumed it had something to do with Derek’s threats, but he wasn’t even close right then, so I brushed the thought away.

I quickly made memory switches in the five girls at once, and was thankful I could affect groups. I wondered how many I could affect at a time, but just these five had started a small throbbing in the back of my eyes. It was more work to affect groups, than to do them one at a time.

One of Nicole’s groupies leaned over and whispered something to the redhead as I stopped at their table.

Nicole looked up at me, her blue-green eyes sparking with annoyance, and I noticed that her nose was a little pointed for my tastes, but she was attractive enough.

“And, like, what do you want?” Her snide tone grated on my nerves, but I answered her anyway.

“I understand you turned Robbie down, and wanted to know if you were waiting for a real man?”

The table laughed, tuşba escort but I held my ground.

“A real man? Like, what makes you think you’re a REAL man?” She laughed some more, but I only smiled.

“I stole Gina away from him. There must be a reason for that.”

The cheerleaders murmured amongst themselves, but I couldn’t hear a word of it.

“I turned Robbie down because he—” I flipped a switch in all of them, making them forget the thoughts they just had. “—he, umm… Like… Well, there was that time—”

FLIP

“You always did think he was cute,” one of the other girls said.

“Yeah, and you always complained that Gina was a bitch that didn’t deserve him,” piped up another cheerleader.

Nicole looked at her fellow cheerleaders at a loss for words. If my plan had worked, she would have completely forgotten about Robbie’s incontinence problem. Or rather, the problem I had caused for him.

“Well, like, it is no business of yours, anyway, dweeb. Go bother someone else.”

Wow, she needs an attitude readjustment. Then again, she and Robbie would fit perfectly well together, I thought. Smiling I walked away, sure of myself.

I was smart enough not to walk straight over to Robbie, knowing that the cheerleaders would be watching me, but I would tell him, when I got the chance, to try again with the stuck up snob. I wished them the best of luck.

After classes, it was my first day on the math team, and Prof. Frankens confronted me as soon as I walked into her classroom.

“I missed you in class yesterday.”

“Sorry, I was sick. I barely made it in for one of my finals. I’ll be there for yours tomorrow,” I promised.

She gave me a funny look, and too late I remembered that I’d made the switch in her that made her wet whenever I spoke. I was going to have to be careful. I wasn’t worried about forcing the professor to do anything she didn’t want to; but then again Gina had convinced me that she still had free will.

I met the other students on the team, Donald, Barbara, and Adam. I knew them well enough by reputation, all of them pretty smart. Donald wore large thick glasses that made his eyes look really small. Barbara was rather heavyset, and Adam’s acne was so bad, his face looked more like the surface of the moon, than tüyap escort anything else. None of them were popular, but then again, neither was I.

Professor Frankens asked us practice questions, and I let the other three answer most of them, trying to keep my voice from affecting the professor. I did answer a number of questions when the others were stumped, but tried to be as quiet as possible. When none of us knew the answer, our coach would go over the math problem with us.

During the practice, I thought I’d help out my fellow teammates. As I had done for Mrs. Polkins, I turned up Barbara’s metabolism, and then turned down Adam’s acne and tried to regenerate his skin, but that switch wouldn’t form. For Donald, I adjusted his eyesight a little, not wanting to cause him any stress if his eyes suddenly worked, and his glasses failed. I figured if I worked with him slowly over time, it would work out best.

Practice was over before I knew it. I was walking out of the room, when Prof. Frankens stopped me.

“Nick, stay for moment, will you? I want to talk to you about your performance.”

Uh-oh.

I turned around, and sat back in the chair I’d used while she drilled us on her math equations. She sat on the edge of her desk, and crossed her legs. Today she was wearing a knee length skirt, and a white blouse that was getting stretched taut by her large bosom. Her dark hair was mostly down, with some of it pulled back. She took her large glasses off of her nose, and stuck one earpiece in her mouth as she looked at me. The silence seemed to dredge on, and I started to fidget in my seat, wondering what would happen next.

Had I talked too much? I had honestly tried not to. I checked her ‘horny’ switch and it was turned up, but not extremely so.

“You need to have more confidence in yourself,” she told me, finally breaking the silence.

“More confidence?” I asked dumbly, not understanding.

“Yes. I know how smart you are, Nick. You knew every one of those questions that the others got, but you waited to answer. This is a competition, and the quickest one to answer, gets the point. You need to have more faith in yourself, and answer sooner. Don’t hesitate. Take what you want, and forget about the consequences…” She trailed off, and suddenly I was wondering tuzla escort if we were still talking about the math team. She gave herself a little shake, and then continued talking. “Our first competition is after the holiday break. Do you think you can work on your confidence in that time?”

I nodded, still not wanting to talk too much. Apparently that was the wrong thing to do.

“See, that’s what I’m talking about. Don’t just nod at me; Tell me your answer,” she demanded.

“Yes, professor,” I said, trying to sound confidant.

“Yes, what?” She was making me talk more and more, and with each word, I could feel her ‘wet pussy’ switch move, and gradually her ‘horny’ switch was moving as well.

“Yes, I will work on my confidence.”

“Do I intimidate you?” That question completely threw me off.

“I-intimidate me?” I asked, flustered.

“I don’t see you with girls or a girlfriend. I know what other students think of me. I’d have to be blind to miss all the stares I get. So, I’ll ask you again: do I intimidate you?”

She didn’t see me with girls? If only she knew what the last week had been like for me! I couldn’t tell HER that, though.

“You are attractive, Professor Frankens,” I hedged, not sure where I was going with this, “but I think I do alright with the girls.”

“Do you have a girlfriend?” The question almost sounded more like an accusation, than a curiosity.

I thought about Shanna, but she had made it clear we were just REALLY good friends. Gina would say yes if I asked her, I know, but I wasn’t ready to commit to her.

“No,” I finally answered, hearing the sullen tone in my voice, and cursing myself for it.

She was chewing her earpiece again, as she gave me a penetrating stare. I wondered if all women practiced that look, or if it just came naturally to them.

“We’re going to try a little experiment,” she told me, and I had a bad feeling about where this was going. “Stand up.” I did as I was told, and looked down at her as she walked up to me, nearly touching me. I held my ground as she looked up, and I could smell her sweet perfume from this close. “Good. Now kiss me.”

I took a step back, shocked at her boldness.

“I didn’t say step away from me. See, this is what I’m talking about. You need to be more confident.”

Confident? She wanted me to be confident? Fine, I could do that, I thought. It is just a kiss, nothing more. But I knew it was more than a kiss, and I knew where this would go, if I didn’t stop it right now. I should walk away, and not look back.

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