After Lunch …

After lunch the three of us had separated. I had not dared to use my powers in such an open setting. And I definitely had not wanted to use them in front of Mark. But sitting there across from Lisa and him, having to pretend I did not just want to erase him from existence and have her for myself was incredibly difficult. I just wanted to stare at her all day, basking in the glow of her beauty, but I restrained myself.

But that was earlier - after being separated for a bit, the temptation inside of me was boiling hot, demanding to be released. I was now determined to use my powers in a more significant way than just creating a plate of eggs, a new car or a new shirt. Those creations were all relatively tame and inconsequential. This would be something major.

And so now I found myself standing outside of the girls’ locker room. I suspected that Lisa would be inside, as she had mentioned during lunch that would be her next stop after we finished eating.

My hand hovered over the door handle, the metal cool and foreboding under my tentative touch. The girls' locker room lay beyond—a sanctum of femininity where a guy like me had no place. An invisible line drawn by social norms and respect stood between me and the threshold, yet the newfound power thrumming in my veins urged me to cross it.

"Come on, James, this is insane," I muttered under my breath, casting furtive glances down the empty corridor. The very thought of stepping inside without repercussions was ludicrous—an absolute fantasy. My racing heart, however, argued with the rush of possibilities that my abilities presented. If I were wrong about my powers, the best-case scenario would be a red-faced expulsion from college and maybe a short stint in jail for being the creep who wandered into the girls’ locker room.

But if I were right...