Literarily the worst day

I rub my eyes as I try to make out what the professor was showing over the projector. I can see a chemical formula but the words around it seem meaningless to me. I look around the room, but nobody else seems confused.

"Since you decided to ruin my life, I've decided to double down on your new look." Little Emily slides into the seat next to me. "You've been acting like a slut for weeks now and I think you should put your money where your mouth is. You can probably read the smaller words now but the bigger ones are making no sense. Am I right?"

I look down at her, confused, and then at the projected slide. She is right. The pieces fall into place in my mind - it was her turn with the app already.

She reads from her screen like the preppy school girl she looks, "Your reading age is going to drop every day. After three days you're down to one syllable and before a week you probably shouldn't drive, what with all the important signs."

My eyes widen, but she interrupts me before I can start speaking.

"BUT! There is a way to reverse it. All you have to do is..."

I fidget to stop myself slapping her as she emphasises her pause for dramatic effect. "What?!"

"Get someone off," she says quickly, with a proud look on her face, as if this were just a game.

"No!" I stand, drawing more attention to myself in the lecture than my dress already does. I've been stressed and anxious playing this game but never horrified to this degree. I sit down and hiss in place of yelling, "Emily, you've gone way too far with this one. You know how I ... feel about this." I shake out of betrayal and fear. A life of purity and sacrifice flashing before my eyes.

"Don't worry, you can stay a 'precious virgin'." She emphasises her point with air quotes, patronising me. "I think the app took pity on you because this bit wasn't from me. It says you can do it any way you want."

I breathed slightly slower, still shocked. Somehow 1% less shock is noticeable right now. I wonder why the app was helping me. Maybe it has some kind of moral code after all?

"So." My breathing technique is useful, once again during my time with the app. "You're telling me that I have to get someone off once per week?"

"At least that. Yup." She smiles up at me impishly.

I don't see any point in staying for a lecture I can't understand, so for the first time in my academic career, I decide to leave Emily and the lecture and head home. As I stand, I see an evil glint in her eye that wasn't there before.

I make it to the exit door of the lecture hall before a cold feeling on my thigh teaches me why she smiled. I reluctantly turn back to my seat before the app tries to humiliate me for any further deviation from my schedule with even more of my dress disappearing.

I pick a seat out of view from Emily and don't look back at her for fear of a taunt I can't handle.

This has to end.