I knew she had to be doing something to manipulate my grades.
We’d always been neck and neck, me and Emily Potter. Each one of us vying for top spot, for the best grades. Until we reached college and my grades started to slip, something I knew she had to be behind.
So when my friend offered me a unique opportunity to find out the truth I couldn’t turn him down.
Become Emily Potter and find out what she’s doing.
How far would I go to find out the truth? What would I be willing to do? Would I go as far as she did? Would I be able to deny my cravings?
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I grabbed a hairband from the neat pile on her desk finally, pulling my hair behind and wrapping it around into a ponytail. Taking my time to spin slowly and look at myself in the mirror I had to say that I looked perfectly the part, no one would guess that I was anyone but Emily Potter.
“What do you think?” I asked, turning to Guy and letting him take me in.
“Perfect,” he replied, his voice a hoarse whisper.
His hands were tight in his lap now, the strain in his body to keep himself contained clearly evident.
I knew that I was being mean. I knew that I was being wicked and I knew that I was being a tease. I knew that he couldn’t help but look at me, couldn’t help but want me.
I felt bad about it, but not bad enough to stop.
“You think I look like her?” I went on, moving slowly over to him.
He nodded, his eyes still wide like saucers as I got closer and closer.
“Do you like it?” I asked him, my voice the picture of sweet innocence, “The outfit? Do you like when Emily dresses like this?”
“Yeah,” he replied, “I like when she dresses like this.”
“Do you think?” I asked him, now close enough to touch him, “Do you think that you could maybe call me Emily? Just for practice?”
“Practice?” he asked, trying hard to keep his eyes level with mine.
“Yeah,” I told him, my voice almost earnest as I sat on the bed next to him, my sock clad knee bumping up against his leg, “I mean I have to pretend to be her to all of those Professors and stuff. I think maybe a bit of practice would be helpful. Can you help me practice Guy? Can you help me?”
“Yeah,” he said, his tongue thick as he swallowed heavily, “Yeah I can help you.”