Jessica and her Cheerleaders.

I wish Chris would come here.

The wish caught up with Jessica in a jump mid-routine, causing her to stumble as the tingingly sensation struck her core. She was able to catch herself and land mostly on par with Cassie, Sam, and Zara.

“Ok, Jess?” Sam asked after catching sight of the stumble.

“Yeah, sorry,” Jessica replied, “Had a twitch in my leg and...”

It was not like Jessica to make excuses, but with everything that was happening and the lack of control, she fumbled for that answer. She would typically curtly apologize if called out and run through it again, but the distraction of the wish, her further increasing arousal and confusion over what Alex might be doing left her mind scrambling.

“It's alright, Jessica, we know you're doing your best!” Cassie said from her side.

Jessica had been trying to parse what could be happening with Chris, but once again, she was distracted. It sounded like a Cassie thing to say... but the way she said it at her... Was that the servant wish? Jessica worked hard to get where she was, learning the skills and navigating the social circles at school to be at the top, so the thought that the others were now.... humoring her as the head cheerleader disturbed her.

“I'm fine! Let's go again!” she started, snapping her body back into position, impatiently looking at the other girls till they did as well.

“Alright, Girls. Three... Two-agh...”

I wish you would start to notice my wishes happening after this, but not suspect that I have used it on you.

She caught herself just as the others started turning their gaze. “ONE!” she shouted curtly, trying to ignore the rising heat once again underneath her uniform, or the feel of moisture between her thighs.

Pop jump, then twist, shake the poms with the rhythm of the school cheer. Hop over while switching places with Zara...

I wish the inside of this locker-room would become like the fantasy described to me, but also come full of appropriate equipment and gear.

Jessica veered a bit close to Zara, their shoulders catching as they switched over. Thankfully Jessica managed to recover and twist around with the other girls, facing the two other cheerleaders serving as the crowd. Zara and Cassie were shaking the pom-poms up towards the air while Jessica and Sam twisted around back before grabbing the other two and swinging into the middle.

Thankfully as they brought it to a close Zara did not mention the slip-up, though she did toss a knowing glance at Jessica once finished.

Jessica glanced at the 'crowd'. Nina and Tia clapping as they finished the performance. A smile sat on Nina's face as she looked at Jessica, A look that sat on her face almost the entire performance, while Tia clapped her hands together excitedly. At least Tia seemed to act the same, Jess thought.

The transfer student was staring at her with adoration like always. The girl herself was, compared to the other cheerleaders, a bit clumsy, but Jessica made sure she stuck with the easier routines. It was worth having her around anyways. Her praise gave Jessica's confidence a boost, and Tia was always so helpful. Jessica found her seemingly unaltered attitude refreshing, especially with the wishes she knew had been made on those who knew her.

Sam, by contrast, seemed to be acting a bit bossier. The second Nina and Tia stopped talking, Sam was quick to toss out orders.

“Tia! Just giving constant praise is not feedback. Cassie, try to be better with spacing. Zara... Jessica any words for Zara?”

Sam directed everyone's attention to her, seeming to catch that tossing around such direction to the others was supposed to be her job.

“Zara! You need to watch your movement; you almost knocked me over!” Jess snapped. Someone once told her the best way to get off the defensive is to 'attack attack attack', “And Sam, be nicer to Tia, praise helps boost confidence!”

Zara gave her a bit of a frown as she went off, while Tia just smiled while tossing a stink eye at Sam. Sam sighed.

“Sorry, Jessica,. Just... sorry,” she said, “Should we take it from the top?”

Jessica hesitated, “I need to step out for a minute... I'll be right back.”

Attack Attack Attack. What the hell did that mean in the situation she was in? She needed to get out of the gym. Her heated core was wet, and she could smell her arousal starting to waft into the air. She needed to do something about it, but God knows what else the creep was about to do. And what the hell was she doing with Chris, the wishes, and the locker-room? Oh god, is she in the locker room right now?

A few of the girls, the senior cheerleaders and Jessica's closest friends, gathered together as she left the locker room to discuss her. This was not an atypical thing in this reality, but a common meeting they did to discuss the common element in their lives: their relationship with Jessica and their fascination with her.

“Sam, You got her going for a moment there!”

“Sorry, I just forgot that she is supposed to be in charge.”

“Shh, don't let Tia hear you. She doesn't know Jessica like we do.”

“Well, of course, she would speak out to defend Tia, Jessica loves being idolized like that. It's actually really cute.”

“Jessica was really running late. And she normally hides her aroma better.”

“Well, Jessica ran into an issue with the creep earlier...”

“Totally not complaining Cass. Hell I wish the creep would keep her longer if she came back like that again.”

“Hey, where is Tiffany? She is going to be sorry she missed this.”

Chris was not entirely sure why he made his way down to the basement. He found himself on the stairs traveling downward when he made that realization. It was not his body moving outside of his control, but more like he was going somewhere with a purpose that was then forgotten. Not even slowing a little as he walked, his mind tried to find what reason he would have had to come down here, content at this time to let his feet lead him to wherever he was going.

He walked through the double doors into the old gym. He was somewhat familiar with the room, having been down here a few times to help the coach move supplies to or from it. He heard shuffling and muffled voices from the old girl's locker room.

“Hello? Anyone here?” he called out.

One of the voices sounded a bit like Tiffany, but he did not recognize the other until Alex, or the Creep as Sam called her, stepped out.

“Hey there, Chris!” the pajama-wearing Creep said, surprisingly joyful as she pushed through the door of the locker-room, “We have some things to do, but I think we should have a quick chat first. I wish you would answer my questions.”