Deal with the roommate and plant seeds with Jenny.

Chelsea comes back in. “You know what’s super weird? I don’t need jack from the library. I have no idea what I thought I was gonna get there.”

Crud. Either your command of Chelsea wore off when you commanded Jenny again or it wore off when she got out of range. Either way, you’ve got a problem. You give her another command.

“Oh wait,” says the brown haired girl, “I remember now, I need a physics book. Well, I’m off again!”

She leaves and Jenny shakes her head as she hands you a beer.

“Jenny,” you ask, “Does Chelsea have any particularly good friends on campus?”

“Yeah, I think she’s really close to this girl named Rebecca. Why?”

“And do they text each other?”

Jenny looks at you strangely. “Yeah. Why?”

You picture Chelsea stopping where she is and hearing her phone ring. You go to the door and open it a crack. Chelsea is down the hall holding her phone. You command her to forget about the library. You make her see a text message from Marcy on the screen, telling her to meet her she has an emergency at the cafeteria. You command her to not even text back, just go. She heads off and you close the door.

Jenny freaks. “What are you doing?! I’m sorry professor, but this is too weird. I can’t-“

You make Jenny freeze as you glance out the window. Chelsea walks out of the building at a brisk pace. Perfect! She accepted the memory of the text message without thinking it was strange. This dorm is one of the farthest from the cafeteria, so it will take her at least half an hour to get there and back.

You sit down on Jenny’s bed and command her to forget everything from the moment that Chelsea came back, then unfreeze her.

“How’s the beer, Professor?”

“Ah,” you say, taking a sip, “Beer: the ultimate teaching assistant.”

You give her a little push and she laughs just a bit more than the joke deserves. As she moves toward a chair next to her desk, you give her a command to sit down on the bed with you instead.

She sits a few inches from you on the bed. “So Professor,” she sips her own beer, “what’s the best way to get an A?”

“Sleep with the professor, of course!” You make sure that she takes that as a harmless joke, but add just the tiniest bit of arousal. She laughs and covers her face in mock embarrassment.

You continue this way for 20 minutes. By the end she’s finished her second beer and is flirting with you mildly. A long look here, a light touch on your leg there, just enough for her to remember that she was a little forward with you.

“Jenny, it’s been a lot more fun talking with you, but I’ve got to go.”

You say your goodbyes and leave the room. As soon as the door closes you freeze her again. You open the door, grab a notebook that she’s already written your class number on, and leave. When you’re back in the hall you unfreeze her.

You smile at the notebook. She obviously “forgot” to ask you what she left in your office. When she asks you about it at class tomorrow, you’ll have a great answer. And since you won’t have brought it to class with you, you’ll have a great excuse to get her back to your office!