Beauty is Pain Ch. 6

Double release because Ch. 6 is short.

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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.

“Disgusting.”

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.

Beauty is Pain Ch. 5

Ch 5

“You need to introduce yourself,” Alex, the class rep, said.
“I’m Melissa Lizano. Umm, anything else,” she semi-whispered.
“I’m so jealous why do you get to sit next to the princess!”
“It’s not fair!”
“Switch seats with me!”
“He’s a beautiful Prince, not a princess! Please have my kids!”

They are all disgusting. All of these compliments (insults) are directed at me, Anthony D’Angelo, a beautiful, sexy God.

“Don’t narrate yourself as beautiful even if you are,” Tom muttered to my right.
“Did he? That’s cute,” Dallas said in the seat in front of me.
“As expected of the beautiful, doesn’t-want-to-be narcissist,” Pat said behind me.

Did I mention Pat’s foot (without shoes) is groping my butt and Dallas’s hands have been on my balls since I walked in. I can’t pretend that it’s both girls but I don’t like 3D girls.

“You might want to add that Pat is equivalent to Patricia, not Patrick,” Tom’s thought crossed my mind.

I hate when he does that. It feels worse than when he says it aloud. At least then the entire monologue inside my head is still mine.

And yeah, her name’s Patricia, I like her better than Lillian because she’s average on test, the top athlete in our class and not conniving.

“Can I play with your butt?” Pat asks.
“You’re already ‘playing’ with my butt.”
“It looks bigger.”
The whole class was silent as everyone, including Tom tried to look at my butt.

“When are we going to start class?” Someone whispered.

Everyone turned to my left, at my new seat partner. Melissa doesn’t seem to like attention, but she also doesn’t seem to be fazed by me.

“Class already started,” I said smiling. “This is how it always is.”
“He looks so cute.”
“He explained better than class rep.”
“He can be my personal class rep.”
“Disgusting.”

“Ant, your inside voice is leaking to the outside,” Tom muttered.
“So?” I said proudly.

Most of the class burst into laughter but I noticed that Melissa was messing with her device. As expected of a regular student, achievements are everything to them.

I put my head down and try to sleep until the test. I’m well aware that I’m going to fail. I’m the second to last place student in the entire grade. I don’t even want to be in school, so it will take a miracle for me to move up in the ranks.

Or so I thought.

The exam came and went and I was placed third to last. I still failed but Melissa placed below me.

“That’s something I didn’t expect,” I told Tom. “She should be at least smarter than me. And last place goes to the guy that living my dream as a shut-in”.
“The class shut-in is a girl.”
“Does that matter?”
“I guess not.”
“I think I’m slowly getting interested in Melissa.”

“She’s a real girl. You sure you’re interested. What about Miku-tan?”
“What about Miku-tan? This is a completely different matter.”
Tom put his hand to my head and said, ” You don’t have a fever. Never mind, you’re just an idiot.”
Class ended on that note.

As I was heading out the door, I completely forgot about the desire to go home because I wanted to tail Melissa. That was a mistake because Tom and Lillian tailed me and the rest of the class tailed them.

I. Made. A. Really. BIG. Mistake.

Beauty is Pain Ch. 4

Ch 4

I slowly drag my feet to the door. This is the building I dread the most to come into. It looks like it could house people in a condo style and yet it’s a school. A school with a 22:3 student to teacher ratio and a 32% of those students are well known to be “freaks”. Now I don’t say freaks as in we were experiments on or we are mutants. Get your head out the gutters people.

There is magic in this world and it came from who knows what and who knows where, but it’s here. Those that have it are either treated like Gods, Entertainers, or whatever it is that is considered holy to people of the time.

“Are you done narrating how much you don’t want to open the door?” Tom said. “You’re staring at the door handle like it’s going to strip you of all your unnecessary pride.”

“Stop listening and if you wanna go inside take Lils’ with you,” I retort.
“Awe, is that my new pet name,” Lillian butts in. “I’ll call you TonTon.”

“Who the hell wants to be called that and I didn’t give you a name. You misheard.”
“Is that so?”
She said it so smoothly with her lips upturned at the corners that I found myself shivering.

“Why can’t she be like Miku-tan,” I thought through near tear-stained eyes.
From the corner of my eyes I could see Tom laughing silently. He listened again and had probably made fun of Miku-tan. I sighed knowing that getting revenge for Miku-tan would be impossible.

I pull the handle and enter the wild. The “freaks” have to use a separate entrance door from the regular education students or it will get dangerous or so they say. I feel that by separating us, they are distinctly tell others that we are freaks, yes, that’s a different meaning.

“Freaks” treated highly, i.e. Superhero, entertainers.
Freaks treated like your lunch left overs, i.e. trash, mutants, leftovers.

I am a freak. A leftover. I have no power other than the fact that I am extremely hot/handsome/beautiful/cute. Whatever.
Tom and Lillian have been dragging me to the classroom while I thought the same thing over for the billionth time.

I. Want. To. Be. In. My. Bed.

The door burst open and everyone is looking. Well except the class rep. That person is busy flinging the papers around without paying attention to who they hit.

“Would you stop what you’re doing for a second and look up to see whether your hitting anyone, Alex?” Lillian screams.
Boss as ever. It’s a good thing she’s the vice class rep.

Alex looks up and says, ” Oh, it’s Lillian. I wasn’t paying attention. I thought I had it geologically plotted out in my mind. I’ll try again.”

He looked at the entire class and blinked. The papers went exactly to each desk, placed neatly at the center of each desk.
“Those are the announcements for our class. As per usual, our assignments are on your devices. If you need anything, don’t ask me. Ask Lillian.”

“Hey!” She screamed again.
This class has the most ridiculous system ever. Other than for exams we don’t have instructors. Our exams are the same as the regular classes, but we always have them an hour before them.

So, you may have guessed. I have no reason to go to school except for exams and yet you have to have 80% attendance to pass. This school is stupid.

I told my mom last week that my life goal is to be a NEET (not in education or employment training) and sponge off of them for the rest of my life.
She said my blessing of a face and body was wasted on me.

And I’m absolutely OK with that.
Or so I thought. Because from today onward something amazing and preposterous happened.

The class of “freaks” got a transfer student from the regular class.

Beauty is Pain Ch. 3

Ch 3
We were walking to the train, just Tom and I. I was walking, not running. I couldn’t help sigh with relief. I shouldn’t have. Why the hell did I sigh. Every living thing turned their head at me. I bet you statues wanted to turn their heads, too.

“Run,” whispers Tom.

We dashed through the people, into the streets, avoiding the cars that honked us; we entered the station and swiped our cards. I’m hiding behind Tom to avoid attention and looking at the signs above us.

“Ant, just once can’t you follow the rules I set. Wear the protective gear, don’t talk, and don’t look anyone in the eyes!”

“I didn’t talk, I sighed,” I muttered in his direction. That received a slap in the back of the head.

“Tom!”
We turn around and there she is.
Damn, I thought. It’s Lillian.

She is also a student of our school. Now that I thought about it haven’t explained why I go to school or how I got into this school. For your information, I am not smart, not athletic and had no way of getting into a normal school. So, you can guess that my school isn’t normal. 68% of the students are smart enough to get into an Ivy League school, though this school breaks that system. And the other 32%, well, those kids are freaks.

“I guess that makes you a freak,” Tom states.

“Stop listening to my inner monologue,” I rebuke.

You guessed it Tom and I are those “freaks”. Lillian, too. But she’s not my friend and I don’t want to talk about her.
“Why isn’t the train coming? Lily, you didn’t mess with it did you?” Tom asks.
“Mess with it? That be a waste of my powers. I’m saving my powers for the exam we have today,” she says with her sadistic smile. “I bet Anthony forgot we had one. He’s been absent a lot.”

“Don’t talk about me as if I’m not here, you hag.”
“It’s not as if you studied for it, right? Want my help? It’ll cost you.”
She’s smirking while looking me up and down. I can feel the heat rushing to my face.

The train pulls into the station and I quickly get on to hide my embarrassment.
I can’t handle that woman.
“But she handles you so well,” Tom whispers in my ear.

I shiver. Thirty minutes left on the train and I’ll be at school. The real challenge awaits me at school and why do I already want my bed.
“If I take off my ‘protective gear’ in front of Lillian how would she react?” I ask Tom.
“More sadistic and continuously bully you. Why, you like being bullied? Is that why you asked? And she’s the least of your worries if you take off the gear,” he replies.

Lillian snuggles next to me and asks, “Have you submitted to my skills? I’m willing to stop time now to molest you a little.”

I want to shove her away, but how many people will believe that she’s molesting me and not the other way around. Zero, no one will believe me.

“Maybe some other time,” she purrs and snuggles closer as she groped my butt.
2D girls are better.

Beauty is Pain Ch. 2

Ch 2

Just having to be in this bus makes my skin crawl. I listen to music to ignore the panting of the people behind me. Don’t use me for wet dreams.

My name is Anthony D’Angelo. I’m not some angel or an incubus. And yet, no matter your gender or your species, you will all be subjected to what my mother calls my “sexiness”. She says it’s genetic and on my paternal side. Thanks, Dad.
Of course this never happens to him. Sure for his age he’s kinda handsome, I guess. Wait, I’ll take about this later. Someone really copped a feel. Don’t touch my butt.
“Pervert,” I shout.

They usually stop at that point. Knowing that I’ll call them out and I will call them out, people tend to stop touching me on public transportation. However, if all of them joined together to attack, this method would immediately stop working.
The bus stops at the last stop and I run out the bus. (I will be doing a lot of running. A LOT.)

I reach the ferry terminal and see that the next ferry is in three minutes. That is still too long. There are mounds of tourist here and I see their eyes become more animalistic. I enter the bathroom and lock myself in the stall. I’m okay with whatever they think I’m doing as long as they don’t touch.

“Ant is that you?”
“Tom?” I say to myself.
I slowly unlock the door and it’s him.
“Tom” I said through half crying eyes as I slam open the door.
Tom is my only friend. He is one of the only people that can escape my blessings (curse).
“Dude, I told you “hoody, glasses, all long sleeves” and never look anyone in the eyes!”
Tom is scolding me. It’s so normal.
“Dude, stop crying. Here,” he says as he hands me all new protective gear.
“Will we make it through today?” I ask.
“As long as you’ve got me,” Tom replied. “And stop crying.”

We race for the ferry and I try to not hit anyone while I look at floor to not “look anyone in the eyes.”
Tom grabs me by the arm and brings me onto the boat.

On the boat we hid in the bathroom inside the handicapped stall. I apologize to any handicapped person that needs the bathroom, but this stall is my savior.
“Don’t move, don’t speak. You throw out pheromones when you move and your voice is like honey to suckers.”
“Tom, I know you mean well, but gross.”
Tom shrugs and hands me the homework and notes I have to copy from my current absents.

Leaving my house is still difficult for me. If I could, I would be a hermit with 2-Dimensional girls as my wives. Yes, I said wives.

“You’re not going home. I’m dragging you to class. End of story.”
I click my teeth. Tom and I have been together since 2nd grade when I transferred schools. Okay, that was the 12th school that I transferred to since preschool, but it wasn’t my fault. There were incidents that made me transfer:
Preschool: ALL of my teachers tried to touch me during nap time.

Kindergarten: ALL the girls and guys in my class fought over who would be my wife.
1st grade: I got bullied on several occasions for having a pretty face and body. The excuse was “there’s no way you’re a boy.”

I was already used to transferring and I had no trust in anyone because of how they behaved. When I met Tom I thought now that’s a great guy, but still can I go watch anime?

Beauty is Pain

Ch 1

I hate leaving my house. When I leave my house, something always goes wrong. Today was no exception.
This is my stupidly amazing life story.

I have to go to school at least 80% of the time and I’ve already skipped a lot. My mom would skin me if I don’t pass and you need attendance to pass.
I sigh as I open my front door. I lock the door and begin to run.

“It’s Anthony!”
“Anthony!”
“My daughters are single!”
“You can have me instead ”
“Have my grandchildren!”

Lord, the Moms never give me a break. They are my first hurdle. Get through the neighborhood and to the bus. It takes 5 minutes. The longest five minutes of my life happens every single day. Next comes the stray animals. And I say stray as in every bird, cat, dog, etc. that lives in this area. All of them attack, but they attack like they’re in heat. I just want to make it to the bus. Why can’t I just get to the bus?
With seconds to spare, I make the bus that almost left. It’s a 5 minute walk to the bus, a 15 minute ride to the ferry, half-hour ferry ride and 30 minute on the train. Can I make it to school today?

My mom says that God gave me the gift of “sexiness”. Coming from her, I was already shivering, but after experiencing this mayhem for as long as I can remember I can’t see how she isn’t right.
I just got on the bus and every man and woman on this bus looks like they about to jump me. I would stay close to the bus driver if I didn’t know better. But I do know better and I know that the driver would be too distracted to drive because they wanted to cop a feel.

Just 1 hour and 15 minutes until the real trial. Will I make it until then?