Chapter 2

Travis finished eating the delicious food and stood up from his seat, surprising Jenny, who had been lost in thought. She watched him as he left the dining room.

'I'll ask Jane if she knows something that could get me money,' she thought, rising from the chair and following him. Jenny stood beside Travis as they both washed their dishes. When they were done, she took Travis's plate and wiped it dry before placing it in the cabinet.

'What's gotten into her for her to be this nice?' he wondered silently.

She exited the kitchen with Travis trailing behind. He watched as she ascended the stairs, his gaze drifting from her long legs to her perfectly shaped ass. He felt his cock throb in his pants as he climbed the stairs. Once they both reached their rooms, nothing was said. Travis locked his door and sat on his couch. He grabbed a book from his school bag and began jotting down notes that would help him stay on track. He then created a list of tasks he needed to complete before Monday:

1. Get closer to Debbie and Jenny.

2. Purchase parts to fix the computer.

3. Start working out.

4. Learn how Forex works.

'These will take time, but I'm sure I'll get through most of them. I don't need to know everything—I just need to start. First, I'll learn about Forex, then start working out,' he thought.

Travis pulled out his phone and searched for a course on trading. He found one that was fairly short and promised results by the end of the week. He decided to spend $50 on it, leaving him with only $30, which he found disappointing.

'No pain, no gain, I guess,' he thought.

He spent hours taking notes and studying what was on the screen. He knew he needed to fix his computer soon; looking down at his phone for so long could cause back problems in the future. Once he completed the week-long course in just a few hours, Travis found it surprisingly easy to understand. This proved his intelligence, though he rarely applied himself.

'I should start now. Let me download a broker app. I'll get into this after midnight. For now, I should focus on working out.'

He set his notebook aside, got off the couch, and noticed a half-eaten cookie box nearby. He grabbed one and dropped into a plank position, recalling that push-ups and running were recommended for quick strength gains. He decided to stick with these for now, planning to add more exercises later if needed.

Travis began doing push-ups, knocking them out easily. One, two, three—he continued without feeling fatigued.

'What the hell? My stats must be maxed out. But why am I not building more muscle? Maybe I need muscle-building exercises, not just body-strengthening ones,' he thought.

He searched for the top muscle-building exercises and found the best results. The workout only started to burn after 30 minutes, but he still wasn't feeling fatigued. It felt like a cheat code. After four more hours, Travis finally sat down, catching his breath. His entire body ached, but the pain brought him joy—not because he was a masochist, but because he was finally doing something to benefit himself. The pain was worth it.

He stood up, his sweat-soaked clothes clinging to his skin. He stripped down and stared at his reflection in the mirror. There wasn't much difference yet, but he was satisfied nonetheless. He quickly checked the hallway and dashed into the bathroom, locking the door behind him.

'Ahhh, that hits the spot,' he thought as cold water cascaded down his body. After switching to hot water and thoroughly washing, he checked the coast again before sprinting back to his room and locking the door.

"Whew, no one saw me. Now, time to work on my other goals—getting closer to Jenny and Debbie."

He changed into another set of comfortable clothes and left his room. As he descended the stairs, he heard the sound of humming coming from the laundry room. It was Debbie. Even though he had zero real charm, something inside him made him feel confident.

[The power of all the ones named Travis Wyatt has been activated.]

He entered the laundry room. Debbie, bent over the washer, was taking out clothes, and her current position made his heart skip a beat as he slowly grew aroused.

"Travis, what brings you here?" she asked.

"I just wanted to check if you needed help with anything. I'm pretty bored," he replied as he approached, stopping just behind her. He couldn't help but fantasize about grabbing her and doing unspeakable things.

"Oh, what a sweet boy you've grown into. Well, I could use some help with the laundry. Just be careful—it's mostly Jenny's clothes," she said, standing up and turning to face him.

"First of all, what happened to you, Travis? I feel like I'm talking to a different person," she said with a teasing smile.

"Nothing happened, Debbie. I just feel like doing something instead of sitting around all day," he responded with a calm, convincing tone.

"All right, I won't ask anymore. This might take some time, but with your help, we'll finish by noon."

Travis nodded, and they started working together on the laundry. It was a fun experience for him. They talked about many things, and at one point, Debbie even asked if he liked any girls, to which he answered no.

"What? Jenny always said there were pretty girls at your college. She even claimed she was the most beautiful of them all. Though, that was years ago."

"I haven't even gone yet, Debbie. And honestly, I don't care."

"Well, I hope you find someone to spend time with outside of school. You'll get bored sitting at home every day."

"I've got you to keep me company, so I'm not worried about that," he said.

Debbie smiled and hugged him, and Travis returned the hug, his hands resting slightly above her waist.

"You've really gotten into the habit of hugging me, huh? Something must have changed, but I suppose I won't know until you tell me."

"Nothing's changed, Debbie. I'm still the same old Travis."

Debbie let go of her suspicions, nodding with a smile. "All right, dear. Let's go upstairs. I need to start dinner. Do you want to help?"

"No, I know you'll need to focus on making the best meal ever, so I won't get in the way," he said with a chuckle. Debbie blushed at the compliment and placed her hand on his chest, looking up into his eyes.

"Thank you. No one's ever complimented my cooking like that. Now I really want to make something special for you," she said.

Travis smiled back at her. "I'll be ready to devour it when you're done."

He slowly removed his arms from her waist and headed up the stairs, leaving behind an intrigued Debbie.

"That boy is such a charmer. I don't know if I can handle it," she muttered to herself with a smile.