My second chance in a strange reverse world!

The line moved quickly, and the smell of spices and sauce filled the air. I found myself growing more and more expectant, and when my turn finally came, I was not disappointed. The presentation was still good, which was a surprise given that the man serving the food seemed rather dull. I even received a glass of water.

As I walked with Peyton towards the tables, I couldn't help but get lost in thought. Who is the president of this country? I need to thank him personally. Just thinking about how much money the government must spend on this event gives me a headache.

"Oh, I found him!" Peyton said happily, pointing to a table in the background.

I squinted slightly and saw it too. Kevin was motioning for us to go there, so we both headed that way, me walking a little more briskly than usual, showing my surprisingly cheerful mood. This could easily be the best day of my life, and that considering that I was dragged into another world.

We expertly maneuvered through the winding paths of busy tables until we reached a table where Kevin was seated along with several other people - two girls and two boys. However, as I took my seat, somewhat distracted by what I really wanted to do, I saw a familiar face out of the corner of my eye. When I looked up, there was the same girl who had touched my butt in line, chatting rather amicably with a guy, without having noticed me yet.

I quickly turned my head to the left, and my guess was correct. Peyton recognized her too, and by his frown and the way he had not yet sat down, I knew he was about to speak. Before he could, however, I reached out my hand and caught his attention, stopping him from doing whatever he was about to do.

“No,” I whispered.

He gave me a confused look, asking me with his eyes what I was doing, but I just shook my head. I really didn't want to make a scene or something while we were in such a public place. I just wanted to eat. If that meant ignoring that girl and pretending that nothing had happened, then so be it.

Peyton sat down next to me, but he seemed hesitant. He leaned over and whispered in my ear, "She's the one, isn't she?" He didn't expect me to answer, as it was a rhetorical question. "Why don't you let me handle it?" he added.

As I picked up my fork to start eating, I leaned towards Peyton and spoke in a fake, deeper voice, trying to sound wise beyond my years. "Sometimes it's best to let go of the little things and focus on the bigger picture," I said jokingly. However, Peyton didn't seem to find it amusing, so I turned serious. "This isn't the right place for this conversation," I pointed out, motioning towards the crowded cafeteria. "We don't want to create a scene."

Peyton's response surprised me. "Maybe we should confront her now," he suggested with a mischievous smile. "Let's expose her in front of everyone and let the girls deal with her." I looked at him with a blank expression, unsure of how to react to his extreme suggestion. Seeing that I wasn't on board with his plan, he grumbled. "Fine, we'll talk to her after lunch."

"Sure." I said simply, and after that, I popped the now somewhat chilled pasta into my mouth.

I let out an involuntary gasp at the taste of it, closing my eyes in ecstasy. Shit. was magic an ingredient or something, why did this taste so good?

I hummed happily as I ate, letting out a few contented noises. But after a few bites, I noticed something odd. The usual chatter and noise of the cafeteria still filled my ears, but the conversations at our table had abruptly stopped. I opened my eyes to find everyone staring at me with different expressions.

The girls wore an expression that I had only seen before in first-person porn. Peyton and Kevin blushed as they gazed at me, while the other guys looked at me with varying degrees of embarrassment and disbelief. It was a perplexing moment, and I couldn't quite figure out what had caused the sudden silence.

"What?" I said stupidly.

Peyton, clearly embarrassed, leaned over and whispered to me. "W-why are you making those noises?" he asked, his voice shaky. "Th-there are girls here."

I was momentarily stunned. Was enjoying food too erotic for these girls? Even I felt a little self-conscious with so many stares. "Sorry," I muttered, feeling awkward.

One of the girls at the table stood up abruptly and grabbed a black sweater, which she quickly tied around her waist. She avoided my gaze, blushing slightly, and cleared her throat. "I'm going to the bathroom..." she said before practically running towards the cafeteria exit.

We all watched the girl run away in terror, nearly colliding with another student on her way out. However, looking at the floor, I saw something that perhaps other people didn't notice, there were some drops on her path.

Huh... was this the famous trip to the bathroom for boner? oh, rather, for wetness?

I wasn't sure about that, however, I felt a little smug. It's the first time a girl has ever gotten wet for me, so basically this was fourth base or something, right?

As I was contemplating the implications of the situation, I noticed the boy that the girl had been talking to looking absolutely dumbfounded. He noticed my gaze and turned to look at me. As soon as our eyes met, he narrowed his black eyes and turned his head to ignore me.

I felt guilty; it was basically my fault that the girl had ditched him. Apparently, I had unintentionally caused his date or girlfriend to have an equivalent of an erection and run away. 

The food is the guilty in this case. I didn't expect the taste to be so strange and delicious. I thought about the breakfast I had made, which tasted normal as it should. This food tasted different.

I sighed and went back to eating, trying not to enjoy it too much and cause any further misunderstandings.