but to play along

You stared at Charlotte as she crossed the cafeteria with her squad. She wanted you to be her toy? Something to play with until she got bored? The very notion offended you to your core, but at the same time, your cock twitched excitedly at the idea that she might touch you again. If you play along—and you have to admit you don't have much choice in the matter—you'll probably even get to fuck her at some point.

Of course, nothing could ever happen on any terms except hers. She was in total control. Maybe of everything. A time power like hers? How could anyone hope to compete?

She met your eye from a few tables away and winked at you, a charming smile on her face.

She was gorgeous. Maybe you were looking at this the wrong way. How could anyone compete with Charlotte? No one could. And she wanted you? The idea both thrilled and terrified you. Like trying to date a volcano that could destroy everything at any moment. You would not have chosen this scenario for yourself, but there was some comfort in knowing that it was out of your hands. Your fate—and maybe the fate of the whole stupid world, if she cared enough—was in her hands, now.

She hadn't approached you at your loser table yet. Uncertain what exactly she wanted, you sat and mulled over her last words to you. She wanted "something she could work with" and said she wanted to let the day proceed. Some kind of canon timeline that can only actually move forward once she'd happy with it. Like she was the grand director of the whole universe. Fuck, maybe she was.

You suddenly wondered just how much time and effort Charlotte spent being so perfect. How many times in a day did she rewind time? How old was she, really? Mentally. Theoretically, could she have lived whole lifetimes and started over again and again? You have no idea the extent of her power. And she chose to let you in on her secret?

Suddenly emboldened, you stood up from your table and approach her at hers. It was a big move: a no-power loser walking directly up to the four most popular girls in the most elite school in the nation. 'Be confident. If you strike out, she'll make you fix it. But most of all, make her happy."

Conversation paused as you reached the table, and not just at their table. Most of the room noticed your approach with curiosity.

"Hello, ladies," you said with a nod to Charlotte's friends before turning your full attention to Charlotte, herself. You actually felt confident in yourself for once, and hoped it came across. "Charlotte."

Her eyes twinkled with amusement, which you took to be a tremendously good sign. She'd probably already be stabbing you if this wasn't something she wanted.

"Oh, hello... John?" She pretended to have to recall your name. "What can I do for you?" She seemed to be the Charlotte everyone knew and loved. Endlessly charitable, sweet, and selfless. Her friends all suppressed smirks because at your ridiculous overreach, doubtless waiting for her to reject your advance.

'Very good. If she's maintaining any sort of act for the audience, then she must intend to leave this interaction in the final cut. Keep going! But what does she actually want?? Control, probably. To have fun, definitely.' You desperately searched your brain for any words that might accomplish the impossible, but you have no time. Awkward pauses wouldn't help anything! 'Just start talking!'

"You do so much for so many people already. I wouldn't ask anything of you but this: let me take the chance of a lifetime. I admire you, Charlotte, I want to date you."

That... sounded better in your head.