Minor mischief with some classmates.

A couple minutes had passed and he was getting back into the thick of it, filling his sheet with humdrum notes on old English life. It was always interesting how romantic and exciting it sounded on paper, when in reality he wondered if it was just rote to them. Like the present day was to him and co.

He blinked. Then laughed to himself.

"I'm one to talk," he murmured, remembering his new... advantages. Next to him, on his right, he noticed a sudden movement. He creaked his head to see Rebecca in the seat across from him and moving backward, putting what looked like a book back into her backpack. The adjacent student was a relatively plain girl, but with a somewhat nerdy look that honestly he might have had a thing for. If she took some time to show off her body more, she'd probably attract more attention, but as it was, she remained a 'nice', mostly harmless presence. And though she was smart, she didn't like participating in class, preferring to sulk.

Daniel watched her swing her hands back to the desk, her body shifting forward.

Maybe it was just his boyish teenage self, but he felt strangely mischievous, all of a sudden.

Everyone's seen the old science-fiction B-movie tropes. How the character gets caught up in their power, and plays with it. How they induce perfunctory havoc around them. The world domination thing comes into play eventually, but first they always like to have a little fun.

Fun...

Daniel eyed Rebecca discreetly.

Or at least undergo a mental exercise or two.

As he stared, the girl sat bored-looking before her opened, untended-to notebook, and let out a sigh.

Rip a page off your notebook, roll it into a ball, and put it in your mouth and chew it, Daniel concentrated, then waited. He made it so she'd be aware of it but not until after she'd already done it.

Eventually, she looked down. Then, moving her hands, Rebecca flipped the notebook open to a blank spot. Once she'd settled on one, she placed a hand on one side of the notebook while clutching a page on the opposite side. Carefully, she tore it out of the spiral spine, slid her finger down the edge to remove the scraps, and crumpled it up in her hand. Then she popped it into her mouth like a stick of gum, and chewed strongly. Returning to her detached teen stereotype disposition, she cradled her chin into her hand. After a few good chews and flexes of the jaw had passed, however, she widened her eyes and straightened her neck.

She stopped her chewing, and pushed her tongue against a cheek. Then in a spurt, she entered a series of coughs. A grimace crossed her features and she opened her mouth. The student in front of her turned in his chair.

"You alright?" he asked in subdued surprise at the girl's gag reflex before him.

Daniel contained his laughter as next to him, Rebecca spit out a wad of paper, which fell in a small pool of saliva on her desk. He was surprised himself. He hadn't thought she would actually swallow it, just spit it out. But maybe part of the chewing came with an instinctive swallowing response, or maybe he subconsciously compelled her to. He wasn't sure, but the reaction was priceless.

After a glare silenced the inquiring teen back into his placid chair warming, Rebecca grabbed a water bottle from her backpack slot and took a sip, swishing the water in her mouth.

Daniel, on the other hand, had his sights on the guy. Quietly he sent him a thought.

Turn back to Rebecca and ask her if she wants a kiss.

While the girl was putting her bottle back into the side of her backpack, the guy turned back, and tapped her desk. "Hey, Rebecca," he asked. Rebecca looked up at him. He puckered his lips slightly as he continued with a genuine look in his eyes, "Do you want a kiss?"

If the expression she had before was funny, this one was hilarious. Daniel kept his eyes glued to his desk but couldn't help overhearing their convo.

"What did you say?"

"I said, do you want a kiss?" He asked this as he made smooching noises with his mouth, and Daniel almost lost it.

"Get away, creep." Another irritable glare. Daniel grinned internally, and tacked an extra set of words to her rejection -- to help 'em out.

And kiss my ass already.

Rebecca glared at the pestering young man with impatience, then suddenly said, "And kiss my ass already."

Eyes darting sideways, Daniel thought, It would be my pleasure.

"It would be my pleasure," the brown-haired boy replied, accepting her invitation. Getting out of his seat, he stealthily got on the ground. Rebecca, meanwhile, shimmied her jeans-covered butt to the edge of the seat. Then she leaned to her side, allowing her buttocks to be accessible by him.

"Come on," she prodded the previously unacquainted classmate, looking down at him from her shoulder. After this, at least, there'd be one less body part of hers to be acquainted with. "Kiss it." She slapped her ass cheek lightly. "Kiss my ass."

And, nodding affirmatively, her new ass-kisser cooperated, moving his face forward and planting his lips on her modest butt. He smooched like the positive sport he was. His lips plopped and detached from the fabric of her jeans as she stared ahead, her attention back on Mr. Gregory.

When he had enough, Daniel compelled them to return to normal. Once they were back at their seats, he sent a thought to the guy, whose name he'd forgotten.

Say your name.

"Paul," he suddenly blurted out. It was louder than Daniel had anticipated, and drew the class's attention. Mr. Gregory raised a brow at him.

"Yes... we know who you are, Mr. Erikson," he folded his arms.

The class laughed, and Paul looked around, slightly embarrassed as he hunched forward in his seat.

Mr. Gregory went back to speaking, and Daniel looked the class over, spotting a beautiful Asian girl on the other side of the class. Aya, he believed her name was. She had short, sleek black hair that stopped just below her chin and lovely skin that could've been mistaken for a Korean idol's. She was pretty thin, but with tight jeans that accentuated her nice figure, one that Daniel's gaze had lingered on one time or two before. However, she was also incredibly shy, and didn't speak much, staying largely quiet throughout class and, as far as Daniel was concerned, anywhere he'd seen her around school.

His eyes looked her over, as his finger massaged his wrist.