A New Day

Around the same time that Amelia woke up, so did John. The moment he realized what had happened, he groaned. For fuck’s sake... why?! He managed to contain a sudden urge to throw at a wall what he thought was the reason for him waking up, his alarm clock. Instead, he just punched it to turn it off, but he still ended up knocking it off the bedside table.

As he opened his eyes, he saw that it was still too dark; realizing this, he thought, Huh, this is new. Did I just wake up due to a dream alarm?

Damn, he thought as he rearranged his blanket to better cover him, I wish I had the skill to be able to continue a dream. We were just getting started and it felt so good too. Not that this was the first time that he had an erotic dream, or was it the first with these partners featured in it. He had lost count of them by now. But, the somewhat realism to this particular dream frustrated him even further for it being so abruptly interrupted.

With the number of times he’d had dreams like this, he could write a lot of stories about them... oh wait, he already did; he’d also included in his writing other fantasies he had for years. Some of the dreams, however, he didn’t write about and others he just wished he would forget. There was this one time that he had dreamt that, after beating Frank to a pulp, he went on to spank Vanessa for being a bitch to him all these years. He lifted her skirt to make direct contact with her perfectly shaped ass. At first, she had complained about it, but as things progressed, she had started to enjoy it. From there on, things had gotten a bit out of his control, she indeed had enjoyed it way too much, and by the end, she had knelt down in front of him and had started unzipping his trousers. At that very moment, his consciousness had chosen to wake up. Apparently, it had decided that some bitches are just not worth it, not even in a dream.

By the time John was conscious enough to notice, the heat from his ring had already dissipated. So, still feeling tired, he decided to go back to sleep without learning the real reason for his awakening. As he slowly drifted off to sleep, he thought about the events that had happened during his dream. Of course, he did this as a way to get back to its action. Unfortunately for the ones involved, it didn’t work.

Hours later, John woke up to his mother banging on his door trying to get him to wake up. “John, honey, you better wake up and get ready or else you’ll miss your bus.”

Startled, he looked at his alarm clock and discovered that, when he had knocked it over earlier, its batteries had dislodged somehow and thus it was not working. With a jump, he got off the bed and was about to head for his door when he noticed a new notification window.

New Daily Quest
It seems you only have one thing in your mind; this quest should help you.
Eat only Fruits and Derivatives for the next 48 hours.
Reward: 500 XP
Going to leave the rest as a surprise
Accept | Refuse

Looks like I’ve gotta thank Mom for keeping us well stocked on fruits. John chuckled as he accepted the quest and started heading for the bathroom to shower. The problem is, does that mean I am not allowed to drink anything other than water or juice? Which would also mean no boost drinks for the next two days, that is, any of the drinks that I know of. I guess it’s not worth the risk of failing the quest.

As soon as he started showering, he heard his mom yelling through the door, “John, you better hurry.”

“I am almost finished, Mom,” he lied as he rushed to finish his shower. All the while, he planned to once again to do some training right after school. He hoped that this time the training would go according to plan. He’d just have to be careful to not get trapped inside another barrier.

A few minutes later, he finished his shower and got to his bedroom at a record pace. As he was putting on his underwear, he remembered his skills, so he stored his clothes in his inventory and quickly equipped them. He couldn’t help it and laughed out loud.

“It’s good that you think you have enough time to laugh, kiddo, because you only have a couple of minutes to eat your breakfast,” he heard his mom yell once again. He quickly stored a spare set of clothes, picked up his backpack and headed to the kitchen.

Once there, he saw his mom at the sink washing some dishes. He took advantage of the opportunity and stored a couple of bananas, apples and pears in his inventory, he also stored a bottle of water from the fridge. He needed to eat quickly, so he took another pear and poured a glass of orange juice.

Breakfast finished, he went over to the sink to put away the glass cup and the pear core in the bin. He gave his mother a quick kiss on the cheek and said, “I am sorry, Mom, for waking up so late and for rushing my breakfast. I’ll leave now so you can stop worrying about me missing the bus.”

“Honey, wait,” his mother tried to stop him from leaving. “Can you be home on time today? We need to talk, and I think it’s really important that we do so as soon as possible. Unfortunately, we don’t have much time now because I don’t want you to miss your bus. So, please, head straight home after school.”

“Sure, Mom, I’ll do what I can to come home right away. See you later.” He smiled and walked to the bus stop. That puts a damper on my plan for training. I wonder what she wants to talk about.

The bus stop was only a block away, and so he arrived with little time to spare. While waiting for the bus, John sensed something inside a bush just behind him. Not being totally used to it, he still felt that the sensations he got from his proximity sense skill were a bit weird.

Whatever it was that was inside the bush, he felt that it was slowly moving towards him and it seemed to be readying itself to attack him. Like a big cat when it is about to lunge at its prey. Through his skill, he guessed it was quite larger than a normal cat, but it wasn’t big enough for John to worry thinking it was Frank or another jock about to ambush him.

Since he didn’t get a warning message, John was sure he wasn’t inside a barrier. He was intrigued enough to want to investigate further, but before he could, the bus had arrived. Not wanting to let it part without him, he had to give up and board the vehicle. He sat on his usual place, and while the bush was still in sight, he tried to keep his eyes on it. During that time, nothing came out of it.

The ride to school was pretty smooth, this was mostly due to Frank and the other jocks not taking the bus on that morning. I guess the coach decided to do an early last minute practice for today’s game. All that he knew about it was that the game was treated too much as an important venue; the hallways had been full of posters for days.

The other event of note to occur during the ride was Amelia getting on the bus. The moment she stepped inside, John felt the urge to talk to her, but the only thing that stopped him was the presence of the Bitch Queen. The bravado he felt at the end of his dream had somewhat dimmed. I am sorry, Amelia. I promise I’ll fix my mistake, just give me some time, please.

When his eyes met Amelia’s, he saw the startled look on her face as she stared in his direction. It was the same look that she had given to him the day before during lunch. And just like last time, she hastily looked away, sat down and started reading a book as if nothing had happened.

Her behavior once again piqued his curiosity; he cast observe on her but still got the same mundane information he had seen the day before.

Moments later, the bus arrived at the school. John got out and did what he’d always do, he walked through the crowded hallways towards his locker and got the stuff he needed for the day. He stood by his locker waiting for the first bell to ring; that was when he saw the huge jock shaped slab of meat in the middle of the hallway heading towards him. His number one bully was dressed in his complete football attire; funnily enough, his jersey even had the number one on it.

“Hey, Newman!” Frank had the same angry face he had the day before and kept on walking towards him. “You got lucky yesterday. Tell me who helped you and I’ll go easy on you.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be practicing for today’s big game, Frank?” Once again, John found himself in a situation where all he could do was talk to the jock; his only hope was for a teacher to pass along the hallway.

“Don’t worry, dweeb, we are only doing warm-ups at the moment.” Frank shoved an unsuspecting student against a locker; his only mistake was to pass by the jock while trying to gain access to his own locker. “Kicking dweeb ass will be more than enough of a warm-up for me. Yours is momentarily overdue for a kick or ten.”

“Fuck you, Frank! Go and kick your own stupid ass.” Seeing an innocent bystander suffer like that for no good reason had somehow angered John more than being a target of the jock’s antics himself. “Better yet, go back to the practice field for your favorite pastime of being tackled by the other jocks.”

With that last remark, John got some giggles from his fellow students and saw an even more angry expression on the jock’s face. A few seconds later, he found it weird when everyone suddenly went quiet. It’s not that Frank did anything to make them stop laughing at him, all he did was stay in place with an evil grin on his face. Soon enough, as he felt a dark presence behind him, John found out the reason why.