"You're such a fucking idiot. No one will ever have sex with you ever! You're ugly and geeky." Tiffany slapped Danny and then spun around to leave. Danny watched the sexy cheerleader leave his living room. He just sat on the couch and pouted. He hated how awkward he was. He hated that he had practically begged Tiffany go come over. She had been desperate for math help, which is the only reason she had said yes. The first few hours were great. She was listening carefully and he loved teaching her advanced calculus. She had moved a little closer to him and then he had rubbed her thigh. She was so consumed by trying to understand the math problem she hadn't noticed. Danny had interpreted that as her wanting sex. He had kissed her and then gotten the violent reaction.
Danny locked the front door and walked up the stairs to his room. His parents were away for the weekend and so the house was completely quiet. He took off his jeans and t-shirt and looked at himself in the mirror. He was short, five foot six, with shaggy brown hair and brown eyes. He was thin with almost no muscle. He used to wear glasses, but had gotten contact lens for his eighteenth birthday. Unfortunately, this made his eyes small and squinty. Danny slid into bed and closed his eyes. He wished he could have a girlfriend. He wished he could be flirty and sexy like those football players.
The next day, he sat in the cafeteria alone. He really had no friends, but he was fine with it. He ate his peanut butter sandwich and then finished up his orange juice. He looked around and saw Tiffany and her cheerleader friends hanging out on the other side of the cafeteria. She was wearing a pink skirt with matching top. She was sitting in Troy's lap while he fondled her butt. All her friends were laughing and giggling, each talking over each other. Danny didn't realize until the bell rang that he had spent the whole lunch period drooling over Tiffany. He still wanted her.
After school, Danny walked home. He only lived a few blocks away and liked the quiet time before going home. Once he got home, he knew that his parents would be nagging him about his social life. Danny was looking down at the ground and stopped suddenly. Beneath his foot was a crumbled piece of purple paper. He didn't know why, but he picked it up.
The paper was stained and had only a few words typed on it.
'Delilah Caldwell -- for the control you need, I can give it to you.'
Danny read the flyer over again. He glanced down at the bottom of the sheet and gasped. Written in tiny cursive writing were the words, 'Yes, Danny, that means you.'
Danny dropped the flyer and ran all the way home. His heart was pounding in his chest and he had no idea what the flyer meant. He ran home and ran up the stairs to his room. He tried to calm down, but there was no use. The moment before he stepped on the paper he had wished he could get some power to control Tiffany.
***
Danny walked down the dirty street. There was garbage all over the place and there was a lingering smell of spoiled food and rotting garbage. He stood outside the run down house and took a deep breath. This was where Delilah Caldwell lived. He had found her address in the phone book and knew right away that it was her house. He had called ahead of time and it was almost like she knew he would. He rang the doorbell and she answered.
