Emily's Secret

4. Squi

Of course, the bottle didn't move at all, and nothing happened. If you thought it was going to fall off the table or something, then you haven't been reading closely. I explained before that a dime is just about the heaviest thing I can move with my mind. A dime weighs 2.27 grams, while a bottle of juice must weigh at least 350 grams, so it was 150 times heavier than the heaviest thing that my superpower would work on. There's no way that bottle was going anywhere. I told you that it's not a very useful superpower.

And see, maybe I'm not as evil as you thought. I knew that my superpower was way too weak to do what I tried to do, so there was never any possibility of Charlotte's day being ruined because of me.

And then Charlotte noticed that the bottle was in a precarious location, and she moved it back to a safer place near the center of the table.  If you thought that Charlotte might do with her own clumsiness what I couldn't do with my superpower, well that didn't happen either. Pretty popular skinny girls are never clumsy, it's always the fat girls or other outcasts who do clumsy stuff like that.

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Two periods later, and I may add two additional periods where Rob was assigned to the same class as me (which was getting very weird), I was walking past the row of lockers, and that's when I saw one of the football players, a guy named Chuck, intentionally bump up against Squi, and then he said "get out of my way, NERD."

What an asshole! Squi was my friend, and I was pissed off at Chuck's behavior, so I stuck my foot out right in front of Chuck and tripped him. Chuck went tumbling to the floor, hitting Squi in the process and knocking his phone out of his hand. A well-placed foot can accomplish a lot more than a superpower!

I quickly swooped down and grabbed Squi's phone before Chuck or any other asshole had any ideas. Chuck glowered at me, but at that time, a teacher, Mr. Connor happened to be walking by. "Is there any problem here?" he asked with an authoritative teacher voice.

"Nope," Squi and I both shook our heads.

Chuck picked himself up off the floor. "Nope, I'm fine, just a little accident." But the last thing Chuck did before he walked away was give me this evil stare that was kind of unsettling. I felt this dread in the pit of my stomach that he would soon get back at me and I wouldn't like it.

Squi gave me this very anxious look and pointed at his phone. Squi gave himself away. I knew that there was something he didn't want me to see on his phone. Squi grabbed for his phone, but with my left hand I brought the phone up high above my head, and with my right hand I pushed Squi away. Squi was the same height as me, and scrawny. With two hundred pounds of girl-power behind my arm, he didn't stand a chance!

The phone's web browser was open to a website. There was a picture of a naked girl, a slutty porno actress type of girl. Yuck! But then I read the words on the website, and I realized that it wasn't actually a girl, it was a robot. I read aloud from website. "Cherry 2000, the most advanced sexbot ever manufactured. Totally indistinguishable from a real woman, except she never says no and she's programmed with hundreds of ways to please you! She can be an innocent virgin, an experienced seductress, a submissive slut, or even a dominatrix! The choice is yours!"

I put aside his phone. "Why are you looking as this stuff!? Are you a pervert!?" I accused him.

"I was just looking," he said sheepishly, with a look of embarrassment. Well he should be embarrassed!

"Why aren't you looking at ways to get better grades in school instead of looking at this smut?" That may have sounded like something someone's mother would say, but it needed to be said! With all the jobs being replaced by robots, only someone with the highest grades had any chance of getting into a good college and getting any kind of job at all.

"There's no harm in looking," he protested.

"Yes there is! Would you actually buy something like this?" I asked with righteous anger.

"It's a hundred thousand dollars, I can't afford that."

I put the phone in my pocket and then with both of my hands I grabbed the front of Squi's shirt and slammed him against the row of lockers.

"That's not the question! If you could, would you buy it?" I asked, while holding Squi against the lockers. It occurred to me that I could manhandle Squi the way that Rob had manhandled Jack at the bus stop this morning. Poor Squi was just too scrawny. I felt a twinge of guilt about dominating the weaker boy, but then I rationalized that he deserved it for being a pervert.

"Why don't you find a human girlfriend?" I asked, still holding him against the lockers.

"Do you want to be my girlfriend?" Squi asked shyly, and hopefully. Oh my god, was he serious?

"No, I don't want to be your girlfriend!" I looked around. Alice was standing there. "What's wrong with Alice? You and Alice could be boyfriend and girlfriend." It kind of made sense. Why not? They were both single, after all.

Alice and Squi both looked at each other, both with the same expression on their face, an expression which screamed, no way!

I let go of Squi, handed him back his phone, and stomped off to my next class, thinking to myself that all guys fell into one of two categories, asshole jocks or perverts, and there was probably a lot of overlap between those two categories.

And talking of guys, guess who was following me? That's right, it was Rob, who must have been watching the whole incident. Standing 6'3" he towered above the other students, his hunky muscles almost bursting out of his tight t-shirt. He confidently swaggered down the hallway with the usual smirk on his face. I own this place, he seemed to be silently saying. Well that bad-boy attitude didn't work on me!

I turned around to look at him. "Why are you following me?" I demanded.