She Will Get What She Wants... One Way or Another

You blink a few times. Standing up, you dust yourself off and take a deep breath. "So, um, Emma... it's kinda late. I think I will-"

Before you can even finish your sentence, your disheveled friend pounces at you, causing you to fall on your back and her on top of you. In an instant, the dynamic has shifted yet again. Emma's not the crying mess like before but a completely different mess altogether. As if a switch has been flipped, she looks at you with the craziest expression you've ever seen.

"Damn it, Sam!" she roared, practically ripping the pants off your body, "Didn't you hear anything I just said?! I'm running on fumes here! I will NEVER go back to the void! So, don't! Resist! Let me have you!"

While the beast that is your friend is on top of you, she doesn't mount you for too long. Luckily for you, you are still stronger than her - if only by a margin - as the two of you wrestle for dominance. You manage to shake her off before she could uncover your most private parts. Wasting no time, you make a mad dash for the sweet, sweet exit. However, your significant head start is cut short when you trip over professor Benson's limp body. Reeling on the floor, a cold wave washes over you as you spot Emma in very hot pursuit.

"Shit!" Fucking, Benson! Always pulling me down at the worst moment!

You stand back up, albeit not in the most elegant way, but you have to move it - fast! With nothing more in your way - you hope - you **** your legs into overdrive. The average amount of cardio that your mom forces you to do really paid off. With the conditioning of a below-average athlete on adrenaline, you reach the finish line first and crash through the door. Blinded by your speed, instead of a ribbon to run through, you run into something, or rather, someone else.

"Eeep!?" you hear before you land... on something soft? Tentatively peeking, you break out in cold sweat when two burning eyes penetrate your soul.

"What the fuck, Sam?! Get off me, or I swear to god I'll-"

You don't need to hear the rest as you recognize who these infernal, amber eyes belong to. Emma may be a handful right now, but you know for certain that you NEVER want to piss off Amy.

You stand to attention and stiff like a tree, yelping, "S-Sorry!"

Like a statue, you simply watch on as Amy picks herself up, glaring at you intently. Once she looks prim and proper again, she asks the question you really don't want to answer: "What the hell is going on, Sam?"

"Yeah, what is going on, Sam?" Eric chimes in from the side, his arms crossed, looking at you with concern and confusion.

Apparently, your two friends have been waiting outside all this time. What's more, they're not looking at you but your underwear. You can also tell that they are just dying to know where your pants are. Even if you tell them the truth, there's no way that they will ever believe you. It is Emma the quiet mouse, after all, not Emma the sexual deviant. Perhaps though, you won't have to convince your friends at all as Emma crashes into Eric, craziness, and desperation oozing from her. Unlike you and Amy, Eric the boulder stands his ground, unshakeable as he stares at the nearly nude girl with a raised brow. His curiosity quickly turns into shock and then desire. You watch on as Eric's firm stance crumbles the longer he looks at Emma. She, on the other hand, bites her lips longingly, tracing Eric's solid chest with the tips of her fingers.

"You will do," she mutters before, miraculously, pushing your towering friend to the ground.

You and Amy look on in awe as Eric literally drools a lake, his gaze solely on Emma's sway. Back in control of things, the girl in distress just minutes ago saunters back from where she rushed out of, beckoning your floored friend. Like a puppy, Eric crawls on all fours after his goddess, his tongue still sticking out. Once the unlikely pair disappear into the auditorium, the door slams shut with a loud bang, leaving you and Amy questioning what just happened.

Almost immediately, Emma's excitement penetrates the thick walls of the learning hall. "Holy shit! You're fucking huge!" These walls are not the only ones being penetrated as far as your friends' harsh grunts and audible moans are concerned.

You and Amy meet wide-eyed, then turn back to the door. It takes you two a bit to process everything. However, the sudden bang against the closed doors followed by a beastly groan rudely snaps you back to earth.

"Seriously, Sam! What the hell!?" Amy yells, always being the first one up to speed.

Her outburst forces you to take a few steps back, raising your hands in defense. "W-Why are you asking me? I don't-"

"Don't give me that!" Amy cuts in, "First, you and Eric are late to class. Then, Emma, who you sat next to, speaks her first words and insults our professor. After that, professor Benson just so happens to single out her AND you. And now, you stand in your underwear while Emma has freaking sex with Eric! Do you see what I'm getting at?!"

"...I, um, no..."

"It's you!" Amy shouts, throwing her arms into the air. "You are the common denominator here! Everything weird happened somehow in relation to you!" She pauses for a bit to take a breather, crossing her arms and tapping her foot, and then continues in a calmer tone, "Sam, please, just tell me what's going on. I've known you guys since I can remember. But today... jeez, it feels like I don't know any of you."

Seeing Amy so concerned hurts. Hearing Emma and Eric through the walls does not help the situation either. Now, more than ever, you wish for a way to simply disappear.