He talks back to her

As he is now, Jerry isn't concerned with stupid Cheer Squad internal politics. It won't be a problem in the long run, because eventually, every single Cheerleader will be willingly throwing themselves at his feet. Including Lisa, and including this stuck-up bitch standing up in front of him. With that in mind, Jerry takes a step forward, meeting Tiffany's glare with one of his own.

"Shut up, Tiffany. Just because I'm not in some dumb sports team it doesn't mean I can't chat with people, and I especially don't need to take any of your shit lying down." Tiffany is unfazed, her face like an iron mask, but a gleam of fury shines in her eyes, and he lets out a deep breath.

"Do you have any idea of who are you messing with?" She asks in a calm voice.

"Why don't you show me?" Jerry takes another step forward, not for a second taking his eyes off Tiffany's.

If before half the cafeteria was watching with bemused interest the impromptu comedy routine between Jerry and Lisa, now everyone was watching the confrontation in silence, filling the cafeteria with a tension that was almost palpable. Even Lucia had taken out her earbuds and was staring straight at them. Tiffany had a reputation, in more ways than one. One could count with the fingers of one hand how many people in the school would dare to cross her, and certainly no one expected Jerry, a guy so average most there don't even know his name, to be among those ranks.

"Hey, what's going on here?" a voice cuts the silence. Two guys enter the cafeteria.

Jerry recognizes both as members of the Football Team. The blonde jogging towards them is Dean, a Quarterback. The black man following behind while scanning the cafeteria with his eyes is Jordan, a Defensive Tackle. Both of them are big, but Jordan is significantly bigger than Dean. Currently, Jerry stands a few inches shorter than Dean, and almost a full head shorter than Jordan. Due to Eros' glamour, he knows the two see him as slightly smaller than he actually is, though he's not sure by how much - the magic works more strongly for people who see him every day and are likely to notice discrepancies. For people who don't know him at all, he appears as he currently is. For people who have seen him a few times, it's bound to be a mix of the two - like he hit the gym or grew a few inches in the time they weren't paying him any mind. Either way, he isn't scared in the slightest. He's still riding the high that started with his comeback at Lisa and was only escalating by telling Tiffany some things he wanted for a long, long time.

"This nerd bothering you girls?" Dean asks as he gets close, throwing a side glance at Jerry.

"Yes Dean, he's harassing us! This creepy ass is always hovering around us."

"Is that your idea of fun, bastard?" Dean angrily pushes Jerry back as he asks that. He manages to stand his ground.

"I didn't harass anyone. We were just chatting until Tiffany started bitching out."

"You watch your fucking mouth!" Dean shoves Jerry again, making him take a few steps back but still stay on his feet. The jock has a confused look on his face as he clearly expected 'the nerd' to fall on his ass. Jordan just observes with his arms folded, like he's a security guard.

Meanwhile, Lisa just recoils into a corner, as if trying to phase through the wall and get out of there. She won't be taking sides. While she doesn't blame Jerry, Tiffany's speech made her aware of the situation they placed themselves in, and what's more, Tiffany, who usually was cool and standoffish, is putting herself on the spot to defend her. There's just nothing she can do or say that wouldn't make her feel horribly unfair to the other party.

Gillian's eyes dart between Tiffany, Jerry, and the football players, desperately trying to think of something she can do to defuse the situation. If she stands up for Jerry, Tiffany may get even more pissed and that may get in the way of Jerry's plans to brand her. At the same time, she can't stand the thought of seeing her master getting hurt or going through humiliation. Why can't you just see how awesome Master is, Tiffany? Even Lisa seemed to be getting the hint just fine... Anger bubbles up inside Gillian. How dare you put Master in this situation!

The Juxtaposition between her understanding that her master is perfect and the fact one of her best friends hates her master is not something Gillian's enthralled mind can deal with. Even though she always knew Tiffany hated Jerry - in fact, she suggested she cut ties with him multiple times - and on paper she always knew it would be tricky to even get her in a situation she could get branded, on a raw emotional level she was unable to handle it. The only reason she didn't slap Tiffany across the face for being so rude to her master is that she knows it would put Jerry in an even less favorable situation.

"You going to say anything?" Dean's patience is at its limit.

"What do you want me to say? I didn't do anything!"

Dean raises his hand.

"Stop it Dean!" Unable to bear it anymore, Gillian calls out to him. "He's my friend!"

"Ugh, seriously Gillian? You're gonna stand up for this creep again?" Tiffany rolls her eyes and looks at her friend. "He's always leering on you! Don't tell me you don't notice!"

"That's... That's none of your business." Gillian says firmly, looking her friend in the eyes. For the first time, Tiffany's iron mask cracks as her eyes widen in surprise.

"? ...You mean you actually..." she shakes her head in disbelief. "You can't be serious!"

"It's alright, Gilly. I'll just go." Jerry looks sideways. The situation is really getting out of hand - in fact, it already has. He starts to turn towards the door, but can't stop himself from leaving a final remark. He's just too ticked off at this point. "I don't expect this heartless cunt to understand friendship. Just watch your back, she might sick her attack dog on you sometime," he finishes pointing towards Dean with his chin, then turning to leave for real.

"The hell you just call me?" Dean starts to rush after Jerry but Jordan holds him in place. "What the fuck man? Let me go!"

"Chill, man," Jordan says in a calm tone. "Don't go beating guys smaller than you in the school corridors, we can't have you suspended at this time." Dean stops trying to resist after that. He really can't put the team in jeopardy because of some weirdo.

"Besides, rush after him and people really will start thinking you're Tiffany's attack dog," he adds in a quieter voice so no one else would hear, and punctuates with a light tap on his friend's shoulder.

Jordan looks at the girls. Tiffany looks ready to kill someone, Gillian is trembling with her face flushed red - maybe even on verge of tears -, and Lisa is still leaning against the wall in a daze. That is not a hornet's nest he's going to stick his hand into.

"Besides man," he addresses Dean once again, "I think this is something the ladies gotta sort by themselves."

With that said, he turns to the crowd still assembled around them. "The show is over! Go to your classes already!" The booming voice of the 6,6 feet tall football player makes the crowd disperse pretty quick.

Dean considers asking Tiffany if she's alright, but gives up when he sees the look on her face. He doesn't want to be the replacement target of her anger. Gillian thanks Jordan, who says it was no big deal, and then the duo head back towards the door.

"So," starts Tiffany, her face livid, visibly angry from being put on the spot like that "What the hell are you thinking? Do you ou have any idea of what you just did? Of the kind of rumors people will spread about you and that... Vermin?"

"I appreciate your worry, I really do, Tiffany," Gillian says, looking exhausted. "But I couldn't let Jerry get hurt like that."

"You told me before you didn't think of him that way." Tiffany's anger starts subsiding seeing her friend's earnestness. "So of course I thought it was unwelcome attention. So, you're really into that loser?"

"I'm not... I think. We go way back," Gillian gives a non-answer in response to her friend's inquiry, before quickly changing the focus of the discussion. "Plus, it's true that Lisa was the one to escalate their teasing to lowbrow stuff!"

"Hey! I was just going with the flow!" Lisa suddenly springs back to life, going out of wall ornamentation mode. "I thought he would back off! I... Didn't notice we had an audience," she pouts and averts her eyes.

"Ugh, you're all so stupid, you know that?" Tiffany presses her thumb and index finger against her temple. Classes have not started yet and she already has a headache. This is all so weird. Jerry, engaging in banter with Lisa? Talking back to ME? That's unbelievable. What is that creep up to?, she thinks to herself.

"Heehee~ You sure got all worked up to defend us though," Lisa grins, back to her usual self, "I always knew that deep, deep down you loved us! C'ME HERE!"

Lisa throws her arms around Tiffany for a hug while the tall girl shoves the shorter one's face away in response while yelling 'Get off me!'. Gillian watches the scene and thinks that, for the time being, things will be alright. She screwed up by failing to follow Jerry's instructions properly and got this entire situation started, but it doesn't look like she put the whole plan into jeopardy. If anything, now she knows for sure not only Lisa, but also Tiffany would come to a trap if she gave a good enough reason. Who they will lure, when and how is up for her master to decide, she doesn't need to concern herself with it. She will be a good **** and wait for her orders.

Jerry is heading to class, the bell is about to ring. I screwed up real bad today. Now Lisa will be more on her guard to avoid a repeat of today, Tiffany will be more aggressive than ever, and even the Latina girl saw the whole thing. I have no idea what she'll think if I try approaching her. Not to mention the whole school will be talking about us. So much for being inconspicuous. Oh well, it's not a big deal. Drama is the fuel that moves high school, and it's never in short supply. In a week or two, someone else will make an ass of themselves and people will forget his little stunt at the cafeteria.

There is also the concern of Dean trying to pull some stupid shit. Jocks usually don't take mockery well. But Jerry isn't afraid of him. They are roughly the same size and have a similar build - thanks to his use of the Cross Brand -, and Jerry at least likes to think he can fight smarter than a guy whose job is ramming into things.

Speaking of Chris, he's absent today huh, thinks Jerry looking at his friend's empty desk while organizing his own. He can't feel any particular concern for him. Chris had been a good friend, but if pressed, Jerry would have to say that he doesn't feel any guilt for draining him. The new Chris, who is his servant, isn't worth thinking about. The good parts of Chris, the parts Jerry admired and envied, are a part of himself now. On this path, with the power he'd been given, feelings like friendship or love seem small. The absolute devotion both his sex slaves and his neutered drones feel run much deeper than that. Jerry snickers, realizing that he just spouted some corny line about friendship to Tiffany, but maybe he's the one who's starting to not understand it anymore.

Gillian and her friends arrive but go to their seats paying him no mind. Jerry soon feels his phone buzz, and unlocks the screen to find a message from Gillian on the app.

[I'm so sorry I caused you trouble Master. If I held myself back in the cafeteria Lisa wouldn't have teased you and none of this would have happened. Please forgive this pathetic **** who can't control her urges.]

She's really chewing herself out for this. Not that she's wrong...

[It's alright. I can't say it wasn't fun to play around with Lisa and talk shit to Tiffanny. But let this incident serve as a lesson so it doesn't happen again, understood?]

[Yes, Master.]

Jerry puts away his phone at the same time the teacher enters the classroom. The boy lifts his head and lets his glance wander thorough the classroom. Lisa unknowingly presses her breasts against her desk while stretching forward to pick a printout the student in the front seat is handing. He can't wait to feel those around his member. Tiffany sits at the upper right corner, her iron mask back in place, her posture so perfect she looks like a model posing for a sculptor - no, scratch that, she looks like a sculpture herself. This priceless work of art will soon be stained with the colors of lust. His eyes travel a few rows back to find the red-haired, freckled Nataly discreetly passing a memo to her boyfriend Steve, in the seat behind. These two have been together since Junior High. The tantalizing thought of turning sweet faithful Nataly into his obedient slut crosses his mind. In the opposite wall, by the window, there's that bespectacled girl who's always with her face buried in books. What was she called again? Claire, that's it. Jerry never noticed before how smooth her skin looks. He suddenly has an urge to feel it rubbing against his. Finally, his eyes center on Ms. Jackson who's currently in the middle of homeroom. Her beautiful dark skin, the full hourglass figure that her suit seems to accentuate instead of hiding. Karen taught Jerry the taste of a mature woman, so he can appreciate her teacher's elegant beauty all the more now.

Jerry feels his cock swell. Eros had told him he would be more sexually aware of the members of the opposite sex, but he didn't know it would be to this extent. He set his eyes for the cheer squad because, obviously, the school's most beautiful elite girls must be assembled there. But there are so many fine **** candidates outside that circle too, among his classmates, among the staff... Even if Gillian's friends were out of reach due to today's screw up, there are plenty of prime **** candidates to go around.

They could all be his. Things started on the wrong foot, but from now on I must plan things out carefully... My slaves won't exist in a bubble, and today showed their surrounding community can be pretty troublesome to deal with. Jerry flips a page of his notebook and starts pretending to take notes while carefully thinking of his possibilities.