The high school hallway buzzed with the usual chatter of students, but my attention was drawn to one boy in particular—Ethan. He stood near his locker, his gaze fixed on Lena, a girl with striking auburn hair and a confident stride. The longing in his eyes was palpable, a quiet desperation that tugged at my nonexistent heart.
If only I could be her ideal partner, he thought, unaware that his silent wish had reached me.
I grinned, though I had no mouth to do so. This was the perfect opportunity for a little mischief—or perhaps, a little kindness. With a flick of my will, I decide to grant him his wish.
In an instant, Ethan was no more. In his place stood Emma, a shy, nerdy girl with round glasses perched on her nose and a nervous habit of tucking her chestnut hair behind her ear. Her skirt swayed slightly as she adjusted to her new form, her mind flooding with memories of always having been this way—a quiet bookworm who admired Lena from afar.
But there was something else, too—a whisper in her mind, a truth she now understood: Lena is a lesbian. And you… you’re exactly her type.
Emma’s heart raced as she glanced at Lena, who was now looking back at her with an intrigued smile. Gathering her courage, Emma approached, her fingers fidgeting with the strap of her backpack.
"Um… hi," Emma said softly, her voice barely above a murmur. "I—I’ve seen you around. You’re Lena, right?"
Lena’s grin widened. "Yeah, that’s me. And you’re…?"
"Emma." She pushed her glasses up, cheeks tinted pink. "I sit in the back of Mr. Thompson’s chemistry class. You probably haven’t noticed me before."
"Funny, I feel like I should’ve noticed you," Lena replied, tilting her head. There was a spark in her eyes, one that hadn’t been there when Ethan had looked at her. "You’re kinda cute."
Emma’s breath hitched. This is really happening. "R-really? I mean—thanks. You’re… really pretty."
Lena laughed, a warm, melodic sound. "So, Emma, what do you do for fun? Besides blushing adorably, I mean."
Emma giggled, some of her nervousness melting away. "I like reading. Sci-fi, mostly. And I play the piano sometimes."
"No way," Lena said, leaning in slightly. "I’ve been looking for someone to duet with. I play guitar. Maybe we could… jam together sometime?"
Emma’s heart soared. "I’d love that."
Their conversation flowed effortlessly, Lena’s playful teasing drawing out Emma’s quiet humor. They talked about music, their favorite books, and the upcoming school dance—a topic that made Emma’s stomach flutter.
As the bell rang, Lena hesitated before leaving. "Hey, Emma?"
"Yeah?"
"Save me a seat at lunch?"
Emma nodded, her smile bright. "Definitely."
I watched from the shadows, pleased. This was far more entertaining than changing the color of the sky.
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