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Beauty is Pain Ch. 11

Chapter 11
I will omit the ride here. You already know how my ride her was so all I can say is: my neighbors are gross, the animals are repulsive, and the strangers are down right disgusting. I just love it.

After entering the classroom, I quickly jog to my seat and ignore the fever around me. Then, a note was dropped on my desk. I snatched it before others noticed. I saw Melissa slip into the seat next to me and I slide lower in my seat and Patricia continue her touching. I pretended to sleep as I open the note beneath my desk. I see Lillian’s hand writing and keep reading.

Need to talk. Please, Ant.

I sigh in my posture lower to the desk. Lillian doesn’t do urgency; pranking and childish games are more her thing. I wish she gave a time or where. Seriously, she’s so smart, but never thinks things through.
The rest of the day went on as per normal. The groping continued and I kept on sleeping. Then, in gym I head to the locker room and I see some glazed eyes. When I opened my locker door, I immediately closed it.

Lillian was chilling in my cramped locker sniffing my clothes.


Beauty is Pain Ch. 10

Chapter 10
I woke up realizing I had to go to school today, too. I continued to skip a specific class for 3 weeks and got a voicemail saying I’d be held back if I didn’t show up.

Did you guess what this hexed class’ name is?  No?

It’s gym.

The class where everyone gets a freebie to touch one another and make it an accident. There are no accidents. This class is where I spend the most time fearing those around me. When gym class is inside, my teacher and schoolmates took every chance to touch me and it wasn’t pleasant. Have you ever been tackled while someone gives you a purple nurple or removes your cup to get to what’s underneath?!

Outdoors class are the same except all the incessant animals getting a whiff of my pheromones and add to my predators list. Even then, that isn’t the worst part. It would be the locker room. No cameras and nearly 10 minutes of naked Anthony to themselves’ syndrome can definitely put a cramp on my mood.

I get up and get dressed. As I head down the stairs, I see a plate wrapped it plastic with a sticky note saying, “Go to school or else. Love, Mom XO.”

Isn’t mom sweet? She’s a surgeon at a major hospital so she’s rarely home now, but she used to just take regular 9-5 when she was a nurse. I’m proud of her and she mostly let’s me make my own decisions. School is a different subject; don’t ask but if you did, mom can be scary when she wants to be.

My favorite moment of witnessing her anger is when it wasn’t directed at me, but at my principal. Mom always sides with me. Once again, my mom’s cool. I promise I tell her usually.

Any way, I grab the note scribble “going”. And take the sandwich with me to leave.
I lock my door and walk down the path out of my yard. I see some silhouettes just standing there by my gate. I was ready to make a mad dash when I see who it is.

“How sweet of you to wait for me,” I call out to them.
“You’re lucky Lillian wanted to walk to school with you,” Tom replies bitterly.
“Well I couldn’t let an idiotic beauty travel by himself,” Lillian rebutted me. “He just might end up kidnapped again. What is the count up to now? Six?”

“We are at nine. If we count our principal, that is.”

Ughh, I tried to keep some dignity. Yeah my mom got angry at my principal for kidnapping me three times and took pictures of me in little girl clothes. I’m sorry, mom, that you had to see that.

However, she did the same as him when I was younger. I was cuter than anyone else and was entered into beauty pageants for girls and I won every year until they realized I was a boy. By the way, they found out when I was twelve and they planned to let me continue if I wanted. Apparently, the quality of the pageant would go down if I left.

Anyway, today I got some bodyguards from the get go. They are still going to get me, but I got some sense of comfort from my friends being beside me.

Beauty is Pain Ch. 9

Chapter 9
After having my head thoroughly screamed at, Tom bought me new glasses and we headed home uneventfully.

Well, other than the usual molester or two, tom and I head home uneventfully. Tom lives two doors down and guess what Lillian lives in between. How that makes sense I don’t know. Why I head to school alone when I have travel buddies? Because I rarely attend school. I attend the bare minimum number of classes and I get the bare minimum passing grade. Lots of bare minimums here and there. So in the morning I travel alone. Today was a phenomenon of unnatural proportion.

So, I went home and ate.

I then regretted ever meeting Melissa and snuggled with my body pillow, Miku-tan, as I fell asleep.

Beauty is Pain Ch. 8

Chapter 8

“Ant, don’t run away from reality without knowing the circumstance of Melissa’s life?!”
“So, you know them?”

Tom had a grim face as he shook his head and stated, “I can’t read her.”

That’s odd. I’ve never seen Tom look so frustrated in all of the time I’ve known him. He’s usually very calm and collected, has great grades and is good at sports, but then again he probably just reads the people around him. Seriously, what a cheat.

“I can hear you and I don’t do that because I want to. You of all people should know how involuntary I am when it comes to hear people all the time. Do you think I want to know how many boys my sister is dating at once? Or our math teachers dream of eating you on a silver platter surrounded by her 11 cats? Or that all the people in this area are staring at you but because we aren’t too close to others they don’t know why they keep staring?! After all in your protective gear you look like a freaking pervert.”

“What the hell?! Should I just take it all off then?! Yes! Let’s Get Mobbed!”

I started to pull of my sunglasses and unzip my hoodie, but some sweaty hands grabbed me.

“I apologize, now keep your clothes on. And sorry for my sweaty hands, it’s hot.”
“You know you always freak out over nothing. And I want to discuss countermeasures to Ms. Kampala. For her to be 26 with that many cats is just…”
I can feel my face contort in disgust.

“OK, so we have to change that mindset. You can’t think everyone is disgusting, even in your mind. Just because you are beautiful doesn’t mean you won’t get stabbed. Hell, I bet you have a higher chance of being stabbed because of it! There are people who can’t handle their own level of jealousy and who knows ‘envy is the beauties underbelly.’”

Yandere. Kawai ~ (trns: Scary~)

Now, I’m certain if I said this before; however, we the freaks are attracting a lot of attention. I can’t help focus on the people because of how boring and annoying this guy next to me is. The people walking in to sign posts. The men using their baggy shirts, hoodies, and suit jacket trying to cover their junk. The women with their red faces. Overall, everyone is just horny. How can I not find these people disgusting and unattractive. How can this idiotic genius ask me this? If I am to be stabbed, I will die with thoughts of Miku-tan.

“You won’t regret your last encounter with Melissa? Maybe Melissa is your 3D Miku-tan?”

Do you mind? What’s the point of even opening my mouth, right?Are you trying to imitate Lillian? I won’t forgive you!!! You understand? Comprendé? Ét tu, Thomas?
“You are such a ridiculous child. However, I have to commend you for knowing a line from Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar.”

“You just picked a fight. I’m stripping,” I said as I began to remove my glasses. I dropped them to the floor and squashed them underfoot. “Oops.”

Tom glared furiously as he replied, “Look what you did. Run!”

We ran toward the area that had bathroom in the train station. I completely regret breaking my glasses. I’m sorry, Tom. We aren’t even halfway home. Uggghhh, my mouth got the better of me.

Inside the bathroom, Tom pulled out a sign that says out of order. Where the hell did he get that?!

“I’ve had this for 8 years now. How long do you think you’ve been my best friend?”

Tom checks each stall and makes sure they are empty before he puts the sign up on the outside of the door. He’s gonna let me have it now.

Let the lecture begin.

Beauty is Pain Ch. 7

Chapter 7


She walked with confidence down the crowded street avoiding all the people rushing to who knows where. It hasn’t been that long since she parted from a perfectly sculptured, beautiful man who happens to be an idiot. A cute idiot is always nice to have around.

Even so, she’s entering a hospital.

Did she think she was sick after meeting him? It can’t be helped since she’s in denial of how much she wants to touch that sexy butt.

I wonder why she’s buying a stuffed bear at the gift shop, I thought.

I follow her in and stare at the chips as if I couldn’t choose one. As she was leaving I bought a pack of gum out of curtesy.

Maybe I should have followed that sexy butt all the way home instead of the know-it-all rude girl. I once froze time so I could enter his room and sniff his clothes only to find him hiding under multiple blankets surrounded by body pillows of his beloved Miku-tan. I took pictures for later use. Blackmailing him into a date also sounded nice.
I got sidetracked. Where did Melissa go?
Ah I found her as she entered a patient’s room in the intensive care unit. On the sign plaque, her last name was displayed.

Looking through the window, I saw Melissa standing over an unconscious Melissa?

The Melissa standing looked as if her whole world had crumbled, but the Melissa in bed seemed completely at peace with herself.

Just what is going on? I thought.

Beauty is Pain Ch. 6

Double release because Ch. 6 is short.


Ch 6

Melissa absolutely hates me. I’m not just telling you this. She definitely hates me.
I thought I was doing stealth mode well.
“I’m a ninja,” I thought.

Melissa enters an expensive boutique and I stare at the place knowing that:

1. I didn’t want to go in.

2. She would see me no matter what I did.

So I head to the door and she walks out as I touch the knob hitting me in the face with the door frame.

“Are you ok?” She asks in a monotone voice.

I look up at her and I can see her glaring up at me. She looks around and spots our entire class hiding behind lamp post and trees.


I look up. Those word, the words that I usually say, were being directed at me.
Melissa side-stepped me and left.
I want to go home and burrow myself in my bed.

I kneel to the ground, not able to feel my legs. A living creature has ignored my, Anthony D’Angelo’s, presence, “sexiness,” me.
Tom walks over and looks at me.

“Let’s get you home,” he speaks softly. “Let’s go watch Miku-tan together.”

He grabs my arm and drags me home.

We left our entire class behind and I didn’t look back, so I missed the fact that Lillian wasn’t there.

She was still tailing Melissa.