Backlash

A few periods later Allison was making her way to her next class she overheard an interesting conversation.

“Dude, you hear about Whitney getting sharked?” One boy said to another.

“What? No! Seriously?”

“Yeah. Tons of people say they heard her suddenly shriek then spotted her with her skirt on the floor. Flashing a pair of cute frog undies hehe”

“Any pictures?”

“Ugh sadly not any good ones, Mike had to be the big hero and block the view. The best anyone got was most of her smokin legs with the skirt at her feet from between his legs” he explained.

“Hm? Where’d you see that?” The other asked.

“Oh you can find it on Jason Hayes insta”

Allison instantly pulled out her phone hearing that. A minute later she was gleefully going through a dozen pictures that may not have shown much, but it let her know, unless by some insane cosmic coincidence, that her curse had worked! It hadn’t been a day and she’d nearly shown her ass to a crowded hallway. Her joy beamed… for about ten seconds, when she went from reveling in her unrequited rival's embarrassment, to wallowing in jealously seeing her unrequited crush desperately protect said rival.

“If the curse truly worked then this is only the beginning. Based on the book the entity will get more powerful and direct with the objective of the curse. And with that I can even add small sub curses or cast spells to add onto or enhance it. Oh please be real” she begged in her head. Though the confirmation she’d get next would make her slightly regret it.

Right as she was about to step into her class “Snack… Interupted… Still Hungry… Need More…” Allison heard an unsettling voice say, as if whispering right behind both her ears.

“Huh?” She hummed, stopping in her tracks and turning around only to see the nearest person in that direction halfway down the hall. A little unsettled, she took the final few steps inside.

“Wha? Look out!” She heard too late as a girl fell into her before continuing her descent to the cold tile floor.

“Hey watch yourself” Allison said, aggravated as she balanced herself.

“Ugh, uh sorry Allison I did… uh” the girl said while getting up. Taking a moment to look up as she apologized, to be stunned mid-sentence.

Standing over her, eyes full of disdain, Allison Heartwell seemed not to have noticed the small but horrible wardrobe malfunction her tumble had caused. The top half of her dark blue strapless sundress now pooled at her waist. Luckily she had worn a black strapless bra… only that had been jostled somewhat too. Just enough to expose one bright pink nipple.

“Did what, dork?” Allison questioned, confirming she was entirely unaware.

“Um you-your…” the girl tried to warn, but was suddenly interrupted by the tardy bell. With the teacher not far behind walking into the class before the girl could continue.

“Morning cla- ah uk Miss Heartwell um” the handsome economics teacher said while closing the door. Catching sight of the pretty student's unfortunate nipslip as she turned towards him.

“Yes Mr. Langstrom?” Allison answered innocently, acting quite the opposite to how she did with other students.

“Ahem, you might want to… make yourself decent” he said as he placed himself between her and the rest of the class, with his back turned.

“Decent? Uh Ah!” She questioned before freaking out seeing her left breast exposed to the cool classroom air, light pink nipple hard and perky. Both hands quickly snapping to cover it in a panic. Looking up she was filled with a sense of dread, as even with the larger man standing in the way she still saw a portion of her peers peering past with shocked, amused, and aroused looks on their faces.

The realization that her entire class had probably just seen her left boob hit her like a ton of bricks. Along with a painful realization “fuck! The curse backlashed! Why?”

“Next time… no interuptions… hehe” the unsettling whisper of a voice said.

“Well… shit” Allison complained in her head as she fixed her dress.