Go to class

Although you want to continue with the jogger, you're afraid about how she may react to further interaction and use of your power. Your class creeps back into your mind anyways, as participation and attendance are required.

Fuck, you think to yourself, I can't be too late! You take one last wistful glance at the retreating form of the jogger before you jump into your car and speed away.

Your class isn't too far from you, but you need to make up time so you speed the whole way there. While doing so, you occasionally think about what transpired, but you become primarily focused on driving and thinking about how dumb your class is. It's a general education class on literature that you have to take despite being in computer science, and although you enjoy reading the class itself is a joke.

As you approach your school you see that you could make it within a few minutes if you can park illegally instead of going to your distant assigned spot, so you park in a spot reserved for maintenance in front of the building, figuring you can try out your power to get out of a fine or even just pay it if necessary.

You rush in and grab your seat in the back just as the professor, Dr. O'Connor, starts to move into her real material. She glares at you for a moment, and some people slyly point in your direction, chucking at your tardiness and dishelved appearance. Still, considering your normal treatment at school it doesn't bother you much.

You settle back in your chair and listen to the start of the lecture on Odeipus Rex, but it doesn't seem to be much that's new to you. As such, your attention fades in and out of the lecture as you spend most of your time thinking about your kiss with the jogger, the power, and the people around you. You have tried to be good to others, and want to continue to do so, but you have fantasized about power like this and wonder what it's existence even means for your morality.

While you consider these things, you sneak occasional glances at Terra, a freshman in your field of study who's taking the class and sitting not too far from you. You take in her black hair over her tanned and beautiful face even as you peek at her medium sized boobs. She's fairly tall and slim, but she's still a little shorter than you. In the past she has ridiculed you a few times but she's has seemed nice enough on a few occasions, and she's been fantasy fuel for you.

You also look at your professor regardless of whether you care enough about she's saying to pay attention. She's a recent graduate of grad school and is about thirty. She has red hair that cascades in small waves to the bottom of her back, and she's an inch or two taller than you. But you steal glances at her impressively large bust and appreciate her shapely but healthy body as she moves while teaching. Like usual she is wearing conservative blouse and a long skirt, though the skirt certainly accentuates her ass.

Suddenly, you realize that you've really been zoning out for the majority of the class as students start to leave, passing your desk. As you scramble to collect your things, Terra passes by and says in a slightly playful but not necessarily benign way, "Trapped in your thoughts again, nerd?" Then she laughs and continues out the door.

You quickly grab your things and rush outside, then see her milling around as if waiting for someone. You approach her, and she looks at you, sighs, and just says, "Yeah?"

Composing yourself a little, you stammer out, "Hey, uh, I have some homework for computer ar-architecture that I need some private help with. W-would you rather help me with it now in the library or at your place later?"

Your heart rate spikes as you consider the possibility that you don't have the power you think you do, but you calm down a little as she responds, "I guess I could help you later, I have a class I have to go to now. I'm in a private apartment on campus in the Crusaders building. The room number is C169."

Terra looks confused and stops for a moment, before she says, "Yeah, it's weird but I guess I'll see you later, maybe at 5?"

You nod, and she walks off slowly. You watch her ass sway as she leaves, then shake your head and think about what to do next. You could pursue her, but you also remember that your literature professor has office hours starting in a few minutes. As you ponder your next steps, something in you does decide to use the ability in a more self serving way, and you make your choice.