You make her an offer.

You think of you new power, and the perks it grants you. It basically makes a number of girls yours, but… what if…

“Taylor,” you begin. “If I were to promise you that no one will do anything to you, that no one will try to sweep the rug from under you, would you be willing to stop abusing people so much?”

Her body tenses and you feel her beginning to pull away, so you hold her even tighter.

“You can’t promise me that, John,” She says. “No one can promise that. Not even the teachers.” She lifts her head from you shoulder and looks at you directly, still hugging you. “Besides, it’s too late to stop now. I’m not stupid. I know there are people who pretend to be my friends and are just waiting to see me fall. I will not give them the satisfaction, John, I won’t.”

You sigh.

“Very well,” You say. “Just… remember that you can always talk to me. I promise I’m here for you. Can you believe that, at least?”

She silently nods.