2 They Can’t Remember

I arrived at school early. My parents were usually gone for work before school could start. Not that they would ever think of giving me a ride, anyway.

I sat in the classroom, waiting for the day to start. My homeroom teacher arrived a minute after the bell. Roll call was the usual. No one was absent besides me.

She began writing something on the board. I stood up in the middle of class and walked toward the front. Just before I could get to the front, she turned around to face the class. She took a few steps forward. Her face was right in front of me. I had an amazing view of her cleavage.

"Okay, this semester, we are going to be doing more defense classes and training your UNIQUE powers. The defense classes will begin today as your final period every Monday, Wednesday and Friday. UNIQUE training will be the same final period on Tuesday, Thursday and, for those that are behind or want extra training, Saturday mornings."

She spoke to the entire class while face to face with me. She turned back to the board to write some more. I left my position to arrive at the teacher's desk.

"Where is the attendance sheet?" I spoke to myself. I shuffled some papers and found what I was looking for. I sat in the teacher's chair. I borrowed one of Ms. Orchard's pencils to erase my absent mark and check the present box. This was a daily thing. I was lucky that she never paid attention to it, beyond the initial marking in the morning.

She finished writing a homework assignment on the whiteboard. I was about to stand up, but she trapped me in her tiny corner between two walls and her desk. She sat on my lap. I threw my hands straight up to keep them out of her way. This was a new experience for me. I prayed that my power would stay in effect.

"What is going on with this seat?" She spoke under her breath. She braced her hands on the arms of the chair and bounced on my lap a few times. "It feels... taller? Softer? Not bad."

She stood back up to look examine what might be different. I was going to take the initiative to stand as she rotated to investigate. It was too late. She hadn't moved far enough away from the chair to give me space to stand. Her cleavage continued to lower and became almost fully visible until her face was right in front of my crotch. She reached out and poked my thigh, just to the right of my sensitive bits. I held back a squeal of embarrassment.

I had to think fast. My brain was in overdrive. To my horror, I couldn't come up with anything without being interrupted by perverted thoughts of her body.

Wait! That's it! I need a distraction and a pervert would do the trick. In this case... I would be the pervert... I sighed in the back of my mind. Cautiously, I reached out with my right hand, only to have it recoil as I felt another poke. This time she actually poked my...

My right hand shot out. I pinched her butt at a spot as far as I could reach to get her attention. She quickly stood up and turned away from me. My escape route was secure. I nearly flung myself out of her chair and gently hugged the wall next to the blackboard.

She had let out a small squeak when I pinched her. Her nature was to scold whoever had done it, but her intentions were lost on a class of students, quietly writing down the assignments. I slowly shuffled to the side with my back braced against the wall. She returned to looking at the chair, disappointed at the inability to discipline someone. She took another step forward and kneeled down to investigate the underside of the chair.

I looked over her at my classmates. Most of them were jotting something down. A few were relaxing with their feet up or playing phone games under their desks. Ms. Orchard seemed to be satisfied with the inspection of her chair. She turned around and brushed her butt against me before she sat down.

I let out a sigh of relief. It's not that she wasn't attractive. I just never saw older women in that way. That, and I didn't want to get sent to the principal. He actually has a device in his office that can render powers ineffective at a short-range. That means that I really can get in trouble if I mess up.

I heard that those devices are granted only to special individuals throughout the world. The fact that he has one means that he is one of the strongest UNIQUES. If that technology could ever be mass-produced, there would be no need to train new generations of UNIQUE heroes.

I returned to my chair and jotted down the homework assignment. For one assignment, I remembered that page in the book. I have most of that workbook done already. I just need to find that page at home, remove the pre-done work and I'm done. The homeroom bell rang for the second time. My class stood and left the room. I was the only one to stay. This room happened to be my first period.

There was no assigned seating. I had to squeeze my chair as far forward as I could with me still in it. As new students filled the room, they would occasionally pull on my chair. I didn't let it move. This was the only way to keep them from sitting on me like my teacher did not long ago. They would give up and move to another open seat before the bell can ring. My seat was safe for another day.

Ms. Orchard erased the homeroom info on the whiteboard and began writing assignments for our English Lit. class. It was boring. Reading I had already done and a homework assignment that I had already completed at home. My second period was Algebra 2 in a different classroom. I had much of the same feelings for this class as the first.

The next bell was the sign for lunch. Most of the UNIQUE class would eat together. They had fun chatting and laughing. I tried to join them on occasion. No luck. People acknowledge me once in a while if I put some effort in, but as soon as their attention is elsewhere my presence is lost to them again.

I finished my food and reached over for my backpack. I pulled on it but it stayed put. I looked to see what it was snagged on. The boot of my classmate, Brutus. Not his real name but that's what everyone calls him. He is a good guy, just not very observant. A large built body, too. I tugged on my backpack strap without luck. I decided to attempt contact.

"Hey, Brutus?"

"Hahaha, Dude, that was the-" He didn't hear me. I pressed on his shoulder. "Wha... That was weird." I was shrugged off... He had his hand out with his open palm up. I slapped it as hard as I could with my own. "Ow! What?" He finally noticed me.

"Your foot, it's on my backpack."

"Oh, sorry dude."

He moved his foot and I was able to retrieve my pack. He was still looking at me.

"Sorry for slapping yo..."

"Hey, man! Check this out!"

His buddy grabbed Brutus's attention away. He's already forgotten about me all over again. The final lunch bell rang, It was time for UNIQUE defense class.