Crash a jock party

As John left the house, he wondered what he should do tonight. He wanted something where he could try his new abilities. After a bit of thought, he remembered that, since it was Friday night, there had to be some parties going on. Someone at school had mentioned a party, but it was for jocks, cheerleaders, and other popular students. He, the geek, would never get in.

But he, the telepath, could.

He thought a bit and remembered that Colin Bradshaw lived down a couple blocks, and, as a member of the basketball team, he'd know where the party was. He started walking down toward his house. He got about halfway there when a car went passed, and he recognized Colin driving. He reached out into his head and easily got the address. It was at Tanya Benning's house, about a mile away.

Since he didn’t want to walk, he decided to try something out. He made Colin pull over and wait. He was about a half block away, so he ran down to his car. As he walked up to it, he sifted through Colin’s brain to find where he dwelt in it, which ended up being pretty hard, since Colin didn’t know him very well. He tied Colin’s view of him into the collection of people he’d give a ride to. John looked in the window, saying, “Hey, could he give me a ride to the party?”

“Sure, hop in,” Colin said with a smile. “I was just heading to the liquor store first.”

“Great,” he said, thinking that he might try getting something without a fake ID.

Colin drove to the local liquor store and parked in the lot. They both got out and headed into the place. Colin went straight to the vodka section as if he’d been there a million times, while John asked for a pint of brandy from behind the register. Before the clerk could ask for his ID, John stopped him by mentally convincing him that he’d already checked it. The clerk rang up the brandy, and he paid with cash.

He waited in the front of the store for Colin. The jock came to the register with a bottle of vodka, one of rum, and a two-liter of Coke. He got through the line easily, probably with a fake ID. Colin joined him, and they walked out to the car.

“I love the old fake ID,” Colin said proudly as he started the car and pulled out of the parking lot.

He drove over to Tanya’s house, but when he got near, John had him stop and let him out about a block away. By the time Colin drove off, he had erased the memory of picking anyone up, but he left the part where Colin would give him a ride, just in case he needed to get home or something.

He walked past the house once to scope it out and saw, just inside the door, a couple of football linemen making sure no undesirables got in. They each outweighed him by at least eighty pounds. They shouldn’t be too hard, but how was he going to make everyone else think he belonged there? He didn’t think he could just mess with everyone’s head at once -- too many brains. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. He kept walking to work out his plans.

Maybe he needed a diversion to give him time to mess with people. What would distract people enough to not notice him for awhile? He got an idea and took another ten minutes to figure out the details. He headed to Tanya’s house.

He waited outside until no one was walking up to the door and no one was coming down the block. He wanted a little time to get through the door. He walked up to the door, and one of the bouncers said, “You’re not supposed to be here. Why don’t you go to one of your geek parties and have some cookies and milk?” The other one chuckled, as if it was a jewel of comedy. He could smell the beer on their breath.

“I am supposed to be here,” John said, backing it up by putting the suggestion into their minds. They both got a blank looked for a second, and then the second thug opened the door and said, “Come on in, John. Grab a beer or a rum and coke or something.” The first one slapped him on the back pretty hard, propelling him into the house. John looked back to make sure, and saw them both smiling and turning back to looked at the street. They had already forgotten without him doing anything. They must be pretty drunk already, and the night’s still young.

He turned back to the inside of the house. He was standing in a small foyer, and, in front of him, lots and lots of people were milling about, drinking or eating stuff, and talking loudly. Cheerleaders, jocks, all the beautiful and popular people seemed to be here. Nobody had noticed him yet, but he didn’t have much time before someone came through that door. He closed his eyes and started his diversion.