Jaden puts his plan into motion

The day dragged on like a slow-motion nightmare for Jaden. Every lecture, every hallway conversation, every glance at the clock felt like it was stretching time just to **** him. He kept replaying the plan in his head, the small white pill burning a hole in his pocket, Mrs. Reed’s classroom door loomed ahead. He trusted his mom completely, but a cold knot of fear stayed lodged in his gut: what if something went wrong? What if Zack sniffed out the deception? The image of Zack’s sadistic grin kept flashing behind his eyes, promising that he wouldn’t just be angry, he’d be vengeful.

And then there was the other thought, the tiny, shameful one he hated himself for even entertaining. A very small, very dark part of him kept whispering: it would be so easy. Just press the button. Watch Mrs. Reed’s eyes dull, hear her call him “Master” for real. Make last night’s wet dream flesh and blood. One flick of his thumb and she’d be his, obedient, eager, helpless. The fantasy made his stomach twist with guilt even as his cock gave a traitorous twitch in his jeans. He shoved the thought down hard, disgusted with himself. He wasn’t Zack. He wouldn’t become that.

When the final bell rang for Mrs. Reed’s trig class, Jaden’s pulse spiked. He packed slowly, deliberately, letting the other students file out. Rick shot him a curious look from the doorway, eyebrow raised, like he sensed something off but Jaden just gave a tight smile and a casual wave. “Catch you later, man.” Rick hesitated, then shrugged and left. Jaden hated lying to him, hated keeping this secret, but telling Rick the truth about his mother would break him. Better to protect him from the knowledge, even if it meant one more deception.

Mrs. Reed stayed at her desk, gathering papers with her usual calm efficiency. When the last student was gone, she looked up and offered that gentle, patient smile.

“Jaden? You wanted to talk?”

He swallowed, walked over and sat in the chair next to her desk instead of across from it. Without preamble he pulled the penlight fob and the small white pill from his pocket and set them on the blotter between them.

Her smile faltered. “What… is this?”

He told her everything.

At first she listened with polite skepticism, the way she might humor a student spinning an elaborate excuse for missing homework. A secret comic book club? Hypnosis? Principal Moreno involved? It sounded like the plot of a bad thriller. She even let out a small, disbelieving laugh when he described the costumes and the “origin story” narration.

But the more he spoke, detailing Zack’s threats, the blowjob from Gemma Sinclair, the way Elena Moreno had knelt and bowed, the exact words she’d used, Mrs. Reed’s expression slowly changed. The amusement drained away. Her brows drew together. She leaned forward, elbows on the desk, studying his face.

“I have noticed Dr. Moreno acting… strangely lately,” she admitted quietly. “More distracted. More abrupt. And that club, Mother’s Comic Book Club, with no faculty advisor? It always struck me as odd. But this…” She trailed off, glancing at the fob.

She picked it up carefully, turned it over in her fingers. “If this is a joke, Jaden, it’s an unnecessarily complicated one.”

“It’s not a joke,” he said, voice low. “I swear.”

Twenty minutes later, after he’d answered every question she threw at him, after she’d made him repeat certain details to test for inconsistencies, she exhaled slowly and nodded once.

“Okay,” she said. “I believe you. And I’ll play along. But we do this carefully. No heroics. We stick to the plan.”

Relief hit him so hard his shoulders sagged.

Part A of the plan was done.