Nope, skip the rest of her classes and head home

This is absurd... this isn’t real... but, it is, at least it certainly felt real.

Emily’s thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the bell, mixed in with dozens of zippers and jackets being donned. She pocketed her phone and rose from her seat, still uneasy at the prospect that someone had peeked over her shoulder at some point. She wasted no time.

Jesus what am I going to do, does this thing really... make people feel things? I definitely did, is it the same for all the other names? What else can I do?

It was only 5th period, but Emily was already gone. She wasn’t concentrating on anything but the events of physics and the possibilities the app presented. She toyed with the cube in her pocket, each face with a different tiny toy to absentmindedly play with. It helped her think when she was stressed or nervous.

There’s no way I’m doing detention now. This can’t wait, I mean, this thing could be dangerous and whether I like it or not it’s been dumped on me to figure out...

She bounced in place at her locker, attempting to justify just skipping the rest of her classes. Emily grabbed her backpack and headed for the outer door, having made up her mind. Home wasn’t far anyway, just 10 or 15 minutes down the road. No biggie. As long as her mom didn’t find out of course but she shouldn’t be home for a while anyway.

Emily practically sprinted up the steps when she arrived, doing a quick practiced scan for a car or lights. The house was quiet, nobody home as per the usual. She took the stairs two at a time and tossed her backpack in the closet, getting half way to her bed before doubling back to lock the door.

Okay, okay, chill... calm... we can be rational about this. I have an app of unknown origin, possibly a virus, possibly harvesting every kilobyte of data on my phone, that can make people feel things.

Yea, this makes total sense and I am absolutely composed.

She was not.

Emily reached a shaky hand into her coat and pulled her phone out, her finger hovering over the app. She tapped it and it reopened to the previous screen, same bare ass model, same settings, a bold 9/10 in the top corner. The only thing new on the screen was a red exclamation point at the bottom with 15 minutes remaining next to it, likely referring to the “Free Play” she had redeemed earlier.

She took a deep breath and touched the model again, feeling the sensation mirrored onto her body. She drew little circles on her stomach, almost giggling a bit at the ticklish sensation.

I wonder...

Author's note: Hi again! Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed this one too. I'm definitely a bit happier with this than the last chapter, getting a bit more comfortable with the writing. Hopefully you felt the same. As always, comments and critique are more than welcome