Kevin falls from the sky

“Oh God, not Brad!”

Jessica nearly tripped over him as she darted out of the room, Kevin too busy staring wide-eyed at the scene unfolding before him. Brad Thundercock was wearing the genie-girl’s binding ring on his finger, holding it up to inspect it before being approached by Chris, another buffoon from the football team. As the two started talking, the pair too far for Kevin to overhear, it was only a matter of time before Brad accidentally said something that would trigger Jessica’s new abilities.

Understanding that not only had he ruined the opportunity of a lifetime but that Brad Thundercock now possessed nearly limitless power, Kevin only had one route available to him now.

He had to leave. Now.

Uncaring about where Jessica had run too, Kevin popped the window open and attempted to climb through it, only realizing after getting one foot through that this one didn’t have the convenience of usable trellis. Those had only been installed on the other window, the one secured at the opposite end of Jessica’s room.

Knowing he was short on time however, he committed to his plan, judging that the veranda’s roof was high enough for him to comfortably land on should he slip. It would hurt, but at least he wouldn’t break anything.

His second foot was quickly through the opening and Kevin sat on the sill, his beating heart racing as he tried to avoid thinking about how much of a left turn his night had suddenly taken. With a deep breath, he slid down, turning around in an attempt to grab the window with his arms.

For a moment, he thought he’d slipped. But somehow, he managed to hold his weight and hold tight to the window sill, suspended on the side of the Edward’s household. To an onlooker, it would look like he was attempting to sneak into Jessica’s bedroom, and any other day he’d have relished the chance to sneak into the popular girl’s room, but now that was the last thing on his mind.

Quickly realizing he didn’t have the strength to hold himself here for long, he did his best to scoot along the length of the open window, hoping to aim for the roof’s highest point. He soon got into position and, knowing his failing arms weren’t going to allow him to reposition himself, embraced open air.

Kevin let go, entering a short free fall before crashing onto the lower veranda’s wooden roof.

Chris’ comment had hold true. Brad wasn’t sure if the **** was messing with him or if the party had suddenly kicked into high gear during his absence, but as he walked up to the beer pong table ready to start his game, one thing was certain: the girls had taken his wishes to heart.

Skin was everywhere. Long legs were full on display, cleavage was threatening to jump out of their confines, taut stomachs were being shown off; some girls had even stylized their hair so that their necks were on full display. Even Tiffany, who for a cheerleader usually aired on the cautious side of things, was showing as much if not more skin than her more liberal counterparts.

It was wild. The eye candy was so appealing that it ended up impacting his game, resulting in him drinking more as both he and Chris lost more and more cups to the girls.

“You alright man?” his partner asked after Brad lost another shot to a poorly aimed air-ball.

“Fuck!” was all he said, his drunken stupor limiting the scope of his vocabulary to a single word. The outburst was compounded with the point the girls scored soon after, Sam distracting him with her throw while Tiffany sunk a sneaky trick shot.

He downed the beer from the cup the girls had sunk, swallowing the bitter mixture as he drank it in a single go. He quickly wiped his mouth on his sleeve, raising his hand to take his turn and hopefully even the game out.

What would have been a perfect throw was immediately deflected by falling wood as the roof above him gave out, splinters of wood cascading down upon the foursome. Brad barely had time to duck out of the way as a large resulting crash echoed throughout the veranda, the table collapsing under the weight of something falling on top of it.

“Kevin?” he yelled as waved his hand to clear the dust, spotting the nerd that had apparently fallen from the heavens. “Kevin Scott?”

The nerd, seemingly uncaring that he’d just broken through a roof, jumped to his feet. No doubt driving by both shock and adrenaline, Kevin dart across the backyard, heading for the wooden fence that separate the estate from the rest of the block.

“Oh no you don’t!” Brad called out as he gave chase. Behind them, voices started rising as the party became aware of the commotion, everyone rushing towards the veranda to see what was unfolding.

“What the hell just happened?”

“Was that Kevin Scott?”

“Wait, Brad!”

“Master, stop!”

“Did Kevin just fall through the ceiling?”

Brad ignored them all, darting to catch up with the nerd who’d just barely managed to scurry over the fence. Being more athletic than him, Brad managed to parkour up the beams with minimal effort, landing on his two feet in the walkway beyond.

Kevin, miraculously, was still running, darting around a corner without looking back. Running after him, Brad knew he’d inevitably catch up. He might be drunk, but he was still a football player. Sober or not, there wasn’t a chance in hell that Kevin was outrunning him.

In the end, he didn’t even need to exert himself. Kevin had managed to circle around to the back of the house when Chris tackled him, the linebacker having anticipated their route and demonstrating why he was a perfect fit for the team. Brad joined the pair just as Sam and Tiffany caught up, the girls having seemingly chased after Chris.

Brad gave his teammate a curt nod before kneeling down before Kevin, the nerd slowly losing all complexion across his face as he realized how utterly fucked he was.

“So, Kevin” Brad began, his voice low. “You here for the party?”

“God damn it, Master!” Jessica yelled, stopping her feet as the footballer jumped her fence. She’d hoped to reach him before something like this happened and now, he was gone. Ran after Kevin like a dog chasing a car.

Sam and Tiff were hardly better; she’d immediately noticed that they too had disappeared in the commotion. Just her luck, now she was stuck with a broken veranda and disgruntled party-goers.

Nearly naked partygoers, she added, understating the severity of Brad’s negligent wish. Every single girl in attendance was revealing more skin than she’d ever seen. Worst yet, no one was batting an eye; each and every one of them engrossed with the collapsed beer pong table and mess that accompanied it. Not a single person cared that every girl was dressed like a slut.

Nor that she’d just called Brad ‘Master”, she realized with a start. Had no one heard it? That seemed impossible, with how loudly she called out to him. Still, that was one small beacon of hope in the midst of her unfolding nightmare.

First her mom appeared, telling her she’s a magical wish-granting genie and binding her to this a gold ring. Then Kevin fucking Scott somehow steps out of her closet, seemingly knowing everything that transpired, and dashes for the ring, only to fail and instead send it plummeting out the window into the hands of Brad ‘Thundercock’ Myers, the biggest jock on campus. Then, Kevin breaks her veranda, shatters her beer pong table, and darts off into the night, Brad on his heels. Jessica barely contained her scream.

“Everything alright, Jess?” one of the cheer members said - Sabina, a light-spoken kind-hearted girl who’d only been invited due to the fact she was on the team.

“Everyone out!” she shouted, uncaring who’s feelings she hurt. “Party’s over! I want everyone out of my house, now!”

“Jess?” Sabina repeated, walking closer.

“NOW!”

At her tone, the girl flinched, but made no moves to console her further. Instead, Sabina joined the slowly increasing mass of students as they slowly backed away from the scene that had unfolded, heading for the main entrance to Jessica’s home.

She knew she’d be at the center of tomorrow’s gossip. Jessica Edward, captain of the cheerleading squad and social queen of Eastlake, her party ruined by a lone nerd. Her reputation would be ruined.

Looking down at the mess, she noted that Kevin had forgotten his bag and she kicked it out of anger, sending it crashing into one of the veranda beams. She heard something break inside and, before she could feel any smug satisfaction, a rotten smell starting permeating from it. The nerd had brought stink bombs.

“Fuck!” She screamed into the night, not caring if anyone could hear her. Nothing could make this any worse.

“I wish those rumors were true.”

Sexual bliss hit her once more, reverberating from the center of her core. She felt her pussy clenched as she moaned, muscles contracting with the **** of the power that oozed from within her. Everything felt good, similar to an orgasm but without the intensity.

It passed as soon as it came, leaving the girl short for breath. Her anger faded with it, the pleasure having cleared her head.

While it might have only happened twice now, but she knew enough to know what it meant. Brad had just made another wish, one whose context this time she couldn’t infer. Although it was pure speculation, she hoped that the fact that this wave hadn’t been as strong as the first meant the wish hadn’t been as severe.

She had to find him and get that ring away from him, fast.