Include your best friend on the actions

Feeling bold, you lean towards your friend, Jake, and ask, "Would you want to fuck Ms. Jordan if you could?"

Jake looks at you with a puzzled expression, eyebrows raised. "Dude, are you serious?" he asks, obviously assuming you're joking.

You don't break your gaze, wanting a clear answer from him. "Just tell me, man - yes or no?"

A slight blush creeps onto his face, and after a brief pause, he finally replies quietly, "Yeah, of course I would."

Ms. Jordan, who seems to have caught wind of your less-than-appropriate conversation, shoots a piercing stare in your direction. "You two in the back, pay attention, please," she scolds, her tone sharp and authoritative.

Chastised, you and Jake turn back to face her, but an unstoppable grin tugs at the corner of your lips. You decide to create a new rule that would influence your shared reality, and the possibilities begin racing through your mind.

With an air of confidence, you look back at Ms. Jordan and say, "Please, Ms. Jordan, ignore Jake and me. No matter what we do, just act like everything is normal."

To your surprise, and to the astonishment of your friend, Ms. Jordan's stern expression melts into a blank stare. She takes a deep breath and resumes her lesson as though nothing had happened. As she writes on the board, her dress hugs her body, further emphasizing her curves.

Jake's jaw drops as he stares at you in disbelief. "Dude, what did you just do?" he whispers, his voice cracking slightly.

You merely smile and wink before addressing the rest of the room. "Everyone, from now on ignore everything Jake and I do as well. Everything that happens in this room is completely normal."

A palpable shift occurs in the atmosphere as the students around you suddenly lose interest in you and Jake. Conversations resume, notes are scribbled, and everyone goes back to their daily business with an eerie sense of detachment.

Ms. Jordan's perfume continues to waft through the air, mingling with the smell of chalk and paper. The scratch of her chalk on the board and the flutter of pages turning fill the room, but all your focus is on her.

Jake seems lost in thought, his brow furrowed as he watches Ms. Jordan move around the classroom. When she turns her back to write on the board, he leans towards you and whispers, "She's not paying attention to us at all, man. Seriously, how did you do that?"

Grinning, you simply say, "You'll find out soon enough. Just enjoy the show, my friend."

As Ms. Jordan continues the lesson undisturbed, you can't help but notice the intoxicating sway of her hips and the entrancing crease of her dress as it rides up her thighs ever so slightly. The sun streaming through the window casts a golden glow on her, accentuating every curve, making her look even more desirable.

As you revel in your newfound power and the tantalizing possibilities it brings, Jake finally relaxes, realizing that whatever happens next, it's going to be a legitimately unforgettable day.