Catch the bus and get home.

You're too excited about getting together with Tracey to go talk to your English teacher. Besides, you're doing fine in class. You do the least amount of work you can, and still get Bs and B-minuses on your assignments and tests. You walk out the front door of the school, and shuffle onto the bus with a crowd of other kids.

When you get home, the place is empty. Your mom is still at work, and your sister is at class. You're pretty sure she's working at the coffee shop tonight, so she won't be coming home this afternoon. It's perfect, you'll have all the privacy you need with Tracey.

You grab an apple from the fridge and munch it as you think about how to get ready. You think you probably should have the stuff you need to study out, since that was what you asked her over for. You pull out the book and your notebook, and leave them on your desk.

You realize that you don't really know much about the spell, or how it's supposed to work. You didn't pay that much attention when you found it on that website. There was a lot of text you just kind of skimmed over. You think you probably should find it and read it more carefully, now that it actually worked. You sit down at your computer and look for the website again.

You always clear your browser history after a session of hunting for online porn, in case your mom or sister happen to use your computer. You don't remember the exact URL of the website, so after a while you start to think that you'll never find it again. Just as you're about to give up and start getting ready for Tracey again, you stumble on it. You click on the link for the 'Enchantment of Eros' spell. This time you read the descriptions and disclaimers much more carefully. You find this warning: [It is strenuously recommended that the subject of the spell be chosen with utmost care for compatibility. The subject will be carnally fixated on and completely devoted to pleasing the mage for life. There is no known spell that will counteract the power of Eros. If the subject is denied contact, their obsession will only grow. Therefore, the subject becomes a lifelong companion and responsibility of the mage, though it should be noted, not without significant benefits to enjoy in return.]

The warning is sobering, but also encouraging, you won't have to worry about the effect wearing off in the middle of things, and Tracey accusing you of date **** or something. That makes you wonder whether what you are doing to her is ****. She can't really consent if she's being compelled by magic. The idea nags at you a bit, but according to the webpage, there's nothing you can do about it now. You can't end the spell, and she'll only get more and more obsessed with you if you try to stop things now, so you have to go through with it.

You look in your desk drawer for the small package of condoms you keep there. You check the date stamped on them, to make sure they aren't expired. You leave them where you can grab them quickly. You grin to yourself as you think that you're going to have to keep more on hand, now that Tracey is your enchanted ****.

What else do you need to do before Tracey arrives? You wonder to yourself. Maybe a snack or something to drink. You're sure there's something in the fridge. You raise your arm and sniff, checking for B.O. You didn't have gym today, so you didn't work up a sweat, you probably smell ok. You wonder if you should take a shower, or if it would seem weird that you're freshly scrubbed when she gets here. Then you remember, it doesn't really matter, she's enchanted to be turned on by you, and has to do whatever you tell her. You don't really have to impress her. There's no reason to be gross though, you figure, and reapply your deodorant.

You shake your head and laugh at yourself. You have a magically guaranteed sure thing on the way to you, and you're still spiraling with nerves. Your sister is right when she says you think too much. You need to get out of your head.