After Class - An In a Class of Her Own Vignette

After Class

by HikerAngel with plenty of assistance from T. Hero, RJ, Woodclaw, and Goose! :)

Author's note: So I was talking with the patron of the original In a Class of Her Own story today and reminiscing over how much fun it was to write Lilly as a character. And a little vignette came out of it. I'll post the complete story here in a sec for those who haven't already read it. :)

"Fuck, Em! Quit being such a whiny little baby! You're pretty much a goddess, for the love of... well, you!" I said, examining my nails. They were perfect. As always. Just not quite as perfect as Emily's.

"He deserved to go to the hospital!" I continued, gazing into her dizzying, ocean-like eyes. "He had the nerve to call me beautiful! I mean, that's just unacceptable. Gorgeous is at the absolute lowest end of the spectrum when it comes to Lilly descriptions. I had to!!"

Emily shook her head, pressing her fingers to her temple. I admit, I did have a tendency to do that to people. The temple thing, I mean. My parents used to do it all the time. At least, they used to. Before we had words.

But I couldn’t really have words with Emily. She was too powerful. After she sucked the F sisters dry. Or Liam did or whatever.

But fuck that. I mean, I wasn’t about to be controlled by anyone, goddess or not! I wasn’t some bitchy little F sister or anything. I was Lilly-mother-fucking-Schneider. No one was going to control me!

“I heard that, Lil,” said Emily with a sigh, tapping her temples with both index fingers now. “Telepathy, remember?”

Uhhhhhggghhh. Remember?! How could I fucking forget?!

Her telepathy had become the bane of my existence. I seriously needed to do something about it. And fast. This whole mental spying thing was a serious drag on my plotting. It might be okay if Emily were a little more chill, but she had all these rules! Like not hurting people. And not kicking small animals. Or even boys!

It was pretty much intolerable.

But I knew I shouldn’t be thinking this either. Emily could be distracted, but right now, she almost certainly had that big brain of hers pointed squarely at me.

Emily crossed her arms, tapping her toe. Which made her chest jiggle. Which made my eyes bulge. Which made me all kinds of hot and bothered.

Fuck!

Little Miss Goddess knew exactly how to push my buttons! And…

...omigod! Was that her nipple?!

I licked my lips, watching her nipples tent the rapidly disappearing fabric over her…

...HOLY FUCK!

Her clothes disappeared. And just like that, all thoughts of Em-resistance were pretty much erased from my mind. For the time being.

***

But the following day, I decided to chance acting on things again. I cornered Liam at his locker, slamming my fists a little too hard to either side of him. Those were some pretty big dents. I’d have to smooth them out later. Or maybe get some other stupid little moron to do it for me. Maybe I’d use my love mojo on someone new. If there was anyone left that I hadn’t fucking tried it on already. I had gotten a little carried away with things I considered. I was pretty sure there was some new freshman who had transferred in. So he was the ticket to locker repair. But now to business.

"How come you don't know any other males with abilities, Liam?! Why are you so completely fucking useless all the time!" I said, rolling my eyes. "I need a dude that can block Emily telepathy! One stupid little power! Is that really too much to ask?!"

"Won't she know what you're asking for right now?" asked Liam, his eyes darting about furtively. Clearly, he didn’t want to get on Em’s bad side.

I pretty much lived on Emily’s bad side. But earth-shakingly powerful or not, she was pretty much a teddy bear. I was pretty sure I’d never even heard her say a curse word. Not even during all that business with Fiona. Of course, she was in love with me, so maybe I just brought out her best behavior or something—though I had no fucking clue why that would be!

"Nah," I said with a grin, reassuring the squeamish little guy. "She's busy cleaning up after the F sisters. That always takes her full concentration. I have at least five minutes before—"

"Lilly!" came Emily's voice in my mind.

Fuck.

"Well, what's a girl supposed to do when she needs a little alone time to find her girlfriend a fucking birthday present!" I covered, hoping desperately that she would buy it.

"Lil, my birthday's not for six months."

"Sue me," I thought back to her with a mental shrug. "I like to plan ahead!"

I glared at Liam, mouthing words while trying to think of bratwurst. I knew Emily hated bratwurst. She tended to tune out every time I thought of it.

"Find me a fucking telepathy blocker." I said to him wordlessly. Not that it probably mattered. She wasn’t actually there. Not physically. It just seemed like the thing to do.

But the insipid boy just looked confused. Why did I keep working with this guy?!!!

"I know you're up to something, Lil. Every time you think of bratwurst, it means you're trying to do something I wouldn't approve of!"

"Maybe I just really like bratwurst? Ever think of that? Bratwurst, bratwurst, bratwurst!"

"No mustard. You know I like them because they remind me of..." I mentally winked in Emily's general direction.

"Ew! That's gross, Lil!"

"Not if you like guys too!" I fired back. But it gave me an idea. Now I REALLY knew how to make Emily tune out. Yes!!!!

“Liam! Kiss me!” I said excitedly, watching a goofy smile form over Liam’s lips, his eyes suddenly glassy.

I gave him an exasperated shake of my head before grabbing him by the front of the shirt and planting my lips on his.

“Seriously, Lilly?” I could almost hear Emily’s eye roll.

I removed my mouth from Liam’s, the poor little overwhelmed nerd staring at me like I was the greatest thing since sliced bread. Which I was, but still…

“Come on, Em! You’ve gotta give me a little boy time! I mean, goddess sex is nice and all, but sometimes a girls got to get a little…”

“...bratwurst?” Emily sighed.

“Yeah! Bratwurst!”

“Fine! But don’t expect me to watch!”

A sly smirk crossed my, admittedly, perfect lips. I now knew how to get Emily out of my head.

“Come on, Liam,” I said, hauling him roughly from his mangled locker. “Let’s talk. While we make out.”

He didn’t say anything, simply giving me googly eyes as I took him to my favorite empty classroom. What a dumbass!