Where most high-school boys would fantasizes about going.

“Look everyone, the school bike is gracing us with her presence!” A scornful voice met Adam as she... He stepped into the girl's locker room, “Was kneeling on your knees not enough for the coach to let you skip again?”

The locker room went silent as everyone's attention turned to Ella's outburst and the intense vitriol within her voice. Adam took a fearful step back, even the succubus was silent within him, as Ella marched right up to him with fury in her eyes. The cheerleader was in her gym clothes, a white tee, and blue shorts, and her demeanor was threatening as the cheerleader seemed to channel years of entitled narcissism into anger over Aida upstaging her with the boy she desired.

“I-i-i...” Adam could only stumble as Ella got right up into his face.

“W-w-what!?” She said mockingly before her hand shoved Adam's chest and pushed his back against an aged-school spirit poster, “Has your tongue lost the capacity for speech after your last trip to the men's bathroom?”

“W-what did I-?” Adam started to stutter again, unaware of why he was the focus of her anger before she slapped him in the face hard.

“Listen here you man-stealing, bitch-slut, just because you flaunt yourself every possible moment with getting in trouble doesn't mean I'll tolerate your whorish ass, stay on the bottom where you belong!”

Anger. Rise.

“If you get in my way again,” Ella punctuated her words with a harsh poke against Aida's chest,” With your filthy whoring I'll beat your-”

Aida's hand lashed upward and grabbed Ella in a tight grip, squeezing it tightly as Ella yelped in sudden pain and surprise. Aida pulled Ella towards her and leaned her face close to Ella, her face stoic and focused, and before Ella could say something more Aida started to speak in a quiet fury.

“Or what? You're a bitch who never had real power over anyone, always trying to get people to follow her ever since she was a kid. Do you know what that means?”

Ella tried to break Aida's grip on her risk, but it was like the previously scared girl had a grip of stone.

“It means you don't have any friends. Not real friends at least. That's why you hate me so much. You want to be popular. You want to be adored first by all the boys and girls. But you can't. You are not desirable enough, because everyone ultimately realizes you only care about yourself and being popular.”

Ella tried to kick the girl, hard, to get free but... it was like kicking a padded wall. Her foot bounced back and only a brief grimace was the clue Aida even felt it.

“I'll tell you something else about being popular. It doesn't mean that you're the prettiest, the most powerful, or the smartest. In fact, it usually means the opposite. Popular people are often the ones who are the most shallow. They care more about their image than they do about anything else. You're the type of person who puts people down to feel better and boost your sad self-worth.”

Aida could feel the succubus's powers bubbling beneath her surface as she held Ella. The girl's body was shaking as she struggled in Aida's grip, but she was powerless. “So, if you want to talk shit about me, then go ahead. Because I'm going to show you exactly how much you really aren't worth."

It flowed almost naturally from Aida. It was as though she flipped over a bottle half-full and dumped it out. Tendrils of power flowed into Ella, invisible to everyone else, moving into the girl's brain and laying changes Aida herself didn't understand.

Careful hon. I didn't expect this outburst but my-my it is impressive.

Time seemed to slow down as the two girls stared at each other. Ella's eyes were confused by the strange tingling sensation running from her wrist to her head, while Aida's were almost hyperfocused on Ella's. The power seemed to focus, the tendrils of energy more concentrated, even as Aida herself became aware the source felt like a well running dry.

Just a little guiding touch. I'm impressed Aida dear, who thought Adam had you in him?

The connection ended. Ella jumped back as Aida... Adam released her wrist, the cheerleader breathing hard as she rubbed her wrist. The room was silent as the onlookers stared on confused about what happened. It looked to them like they both went quiet and stared each other down for a couple of long seconds before Ella pulled away.

“W-what did you do?” The girl said in a huff, a touch of anger, fear, and confusion in her voice, “Y-you … you're a freak of some kind!” She shouted before turning around and storming out of the locker room.

A few of Ella's normal friends looked nervously between each other before they quickly went to follow her. The room remained silent before a few girls went back to their lockers. Adam found himself breathing heavy, confused by the entire sequence of events, his mind feeling jumbled as he himself didn't understand what he did as... Aida. He let himself slide down the wall as he tried to take stock of his mind.

“Hey!” He looked up at the surprisingly jovial voice. His eyes widened as he saw the middle-eastern looking girl. She had her gym shorts on, but her shirt had been off when the scene started, and she was slightly bent over him with a smile. A few other girls were standing behind her, a few of them grinning as chatting amongst themselves over what transpired.

“That was so cool! You scared off the ice bitch and her minions!” She said with an extremely ebullient tone in her voice, the girls behind her also stepping forward, “Let's give you a hand!”

“I...” Adam started, but she grabbed his hand and started to pull him up the moment he raised it.

“Relax, Aida. We got you covered, just let us show you our appreciation.”

He felt his stomach growl deeply with that strange hunger again.