He tells her everything. Well, almost.

"Well, I think I'd better hear it from you," Natalie says, plopping her tray down next to Chad. "I haven't seen the video, but it's impossible not to have heard what people are saying about it. Did you eat a girl out in class?"

The universe must have blipped, because when Chad finished his question, it was as if Nate vanished. He whips his head around, following the voice, prompting a smile on the cute girl's face. She has her perfectly black hair in a bob, held back by a hair band. She has blood red lipstick, pale skin, strong eyeliner, and several piercings up one ear. She's wearing a Depeche Mode shirt, with the collar cut open so that it reveals one shoulder and a black bra strap. She isn't gorgeous, and her body is still a little boyish with no boobs or curves to speak of, but she's certainly out of Chad's league.

He gulps. "Listen, Natalie, yes I did, but I think I need to explain why."

"Brad made you do it, right?" she says, puzzled. "Look, I get it. He's a bag of dicks. I'm sure it's not your fault."

"Well, it kind of is," he says, inhaling deeply. "See, I've got a superpower, and I kind of made it happen."

She just stares at his face, not certain how to take that. She elects to wait him out.

Uncomfortable in the silence, he continues. "Look, I get it if you want to leave me after this, but hear me out. I woke up this morning with a weird power, and now every yes-or-no question I ask becomes a yes. Like, the universe changes to make my answer a yes. And I thought I was gonna use it to get back at Brad, because he's such an asshole but... I think there's something deeply wrong with me." He buries his head in his hands.

"What? What did you do?" Natalie asks, hesitantly touching his shoulder. It's less comforting than if she'd done nothing at all.

"Maybe it's some kind of trauma defense or something, but I realized that I thought it was hot. Like, watching him have anyone he wants and rub it in my face." He won't meet her gaze.

"He can't have people," she scolds.

Chad looks at her, "he has Halley, and clearly other girls are happy to give themselves to him. You see that, right?" he asks.

She thinks about it for a moment, and then her face lights up. "Hey, you just asked a yes-or-no question, and it didn't work! See, Chad, you're not Changing The Universe, or whatever."

Chad shakes his head. "I made you immune. I couldn't do that to you. It won't work without your permission."

She looks at him in utter disbelief. "Okay, so let's get this straight. You get God powers and the first thing you do is turn yourself into a full on cuck, except for your girlfriend who you don't want to cuck you."

"Uh, yes?"

"That's stupid. Prove it." She crosses her arms.

"Okay, um, did the cafeteria serve pasta today?" he asks, and the food on each of their plates changes.

She rolls her eyes, "no, you're supposed to change something."

Oh, right. "Right, sorry, everything I change will seem like it's already that way to you. Um, do you mind if I change it, so that you'll see the changes?" She nods and he says, "Will Natalie see any new changes the same way that I do?" Then he pauses as though the power needs a second to take effect, and follows it up with, "did I put on a red shirt today?"

She gasps, staring at his chest. "No fucking way."

He lets her process everything he's said, biting his lip.

"Shit, Chad, did you really make Brad into... that?" she sighs. "Okay, so I'm not going to leave you on one condition."