Approach Nevyn

Jarred’s pulse quickened as he stood outside Nevyn’s gym class, the echo of sneakers squeaking on polished floors barely registering in his ears. His mind was a whirlwind of rage and desperation, but he **** himself to think strategically. Nevyn has Lila. He’s using her. Humiliating her. The thought alone made his stomach churn. But then, a flicker of an idea sparked in his mind. I have something he doesn’t know about. Tracy. His sister.

The bell rang, jolting him out of his thoughts. Students spilled into the hallway, laughing and chatting, oblivious to the storm brewing in Jarred’s mind. He spotted Rachel—Nevyn’s girlfriend—leaving the classroom, her long blonde hair swaying as she walked.

Change of plans. Perfect.

Jarred stood in the hallway, his heart pounding like a drum as he watched Rachel walk out of the classroom. She was laughing with a friend, her long dark hair swaying with every step, her lips curving into that easy, carefree smile Nevyn adored. Perfect timing, Jarred thought, his lips curling into a sly grin. He didn’t just have a plan; he had leverage. The memory of Tracy’s video on his phone burned in his pocket, his secret weapon. But first, he needed to make sure Nevyn felt the full weight of his betrayal.

He waited until Rachel turned the corner, her friend waving goodbye as she headed for the gym locker room. With a deep breath, Jarred muttered the familiar spell under his breath, his body dissolving into a spectral form. The world around him blurred as he phased forward, his ghostly presence merging with Rachel’s body. She jerked slightly, her eyes flickering a faint green as Jarred took control.

“What the—?” Rachel’s voice escaped her lips, but it was Jarred now, smirking as he adjusted to her slender frame. He ran a hand down her side, feeling the soft curve of her hip through the fabric of her jeans. Not bad, he thought, a dark chuckle bubbling up. He knew exactly where he was going.

The locker room was quiet, the echoes of girls’ laughter fading as the last of them left. Jarred—now Rachel—pressed his ear to the door, his heart racing. There it was. Loud, breathy moans, unmistakable and filled with desperation. His grin widened. Bingo.

With a sharp kick, he slammed the door open. Inside, Lila—or rather, Nevyn in Lila’s body—was sprawled on the bench, her hands between her legs, her face flushed with pleasure. She froze, her eyes widening in shock. “Rachel?!” she gasped, her voice trembling.

Nevyn’s smirk faltered for a moment, then returned, laced with arrogance. He—she—sat up, running a hand through Lila’s curly hair. “Oh hey, babe, I mean Rachel. You caught me. Just… practicing, you know?” Nevyn shrugged, his tone dripping with mock innocence.

Jarred stepped forward, crossing Rachel’s arms over her chest. “Cut the crap, Nevyn. I know it’s you.”

Nevyn’s smirk vanished. His eyes—Lila’s eyes—narrowed, the color draining from her face. “What the hell are you talking about? It’s me, Lila.”

Jarred laughed, a low, menacing sound. He reached up, cupping Rachel’s own breasts with her hands, squeezing them provocatively. “Oh, it’s me, alright. Jarred. I’m in your girlfriend now.”

Nevyn’s jaw dropped. He stood abruptly, Lila’s trembling hands clenched into fists. “Get the hell out of her, Jarred! Right now!”

Jarred stepped closer, swaying Rachel’s hips deliberately. “Why would I do that? You’ve been having your fun, haven’t you? Possessing Lila, messing with her life. Now it’s my turn.” He reached for the hem of Rachel’s shirt, pulling it over her head in one smooth motion. Nevyn’s eyes widened as Rachel’s bra-clad chest was revealed. “How does it feel, Nevyn? Knowing your precious girlfriend is under my control?”

Nevyn’s face contorted with rage. “You sick bastard! I swear, if you hurt her—”

“You’ll what?” Jarred interrupted, his voice taunting. He unclasped Rachel’s bra, letting it fall to the floor. Nevyn’s eyes flicked to her exposed breasts, his anger mingling with something else—something darker. Jarred smirked, turning around to give Nevyn a full view of Rachel’s backside. He bent over slightly, twerking her ass mockingly. “Go ahead. Try something.”

Nevyn’s hands clenched and unclenched. His mind raced, desperation clawing at him. Then, a wild idea took hold. His lips curled into a twisted smile. “You think you’re in control? Think again.”

Before Jarred could react, Nevyn—still in Lila’s body—shoved her hand between her legs, her fingers moving frantically. Lila’s breath hitched, her moans filling the room as she brought herself to the edge in seconds. Jarred’s eyes widened in horror as Nevyn let out a loud, triumphant cry, Lila’s body convulsing with pleasure.

“What the hell are you doing?!” Jarred shouted, his voice trembling with fury.

Nevyn laughed, a harsh, bitter sound. “You think you’re the only one who can play dirty, Jarred? I’ve got Lila’s body. I can ruin her life anytime I want. How’s that for a threat?”

Jarred’s fists clenched, his mind racing. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Nevyn wasn’t supposed to fight back like this. He stared at Lila’s trembling form, her face flushed, her chest heaving. “You wouldn’t dare,” he said, his voice low and dangerous.

Nevyn’s grin widened. “Try me.”

The tension in the room was palpable, the air thick with unspoken threats. Jarred took a step closer, his—Rachel’s—eyes blazing with anger. “You think you’ve won? You think I’m scared of you?”

Nevyn matched his defiance, Lila’s hands still resting on her hips, her posture challenging. “I think you’re out of your league, Jarred. You mess with me, you mess with her. And trust me, you don’t want to see what I’m capable of.”

Jarred’s hands twitched, his mind racing for a countermove. But before he could act, the sound of footsteps echoed from the hallway. Both of them froze, their eyes darting to the door.

“Someone’s coming,” Nevyn hissed, his voice low and urgent.

Jarred’s lips curled into a sly grin. “Perfect timing.” He reached for Rachel’s discarded clothes, quickly slipping her bra and shirt back on. “Let’s see how you handle an audience, Nevyn.”