I'm a bit of an invisible kid.
Nobody greets me on my way to the school's entrance.
I draw in a quick breath at the sight of Claire, the school's most beautiful girl. She's a goddess with long black hair that reach all the way to her butt, dresses only in expensive clothes and her amazing aqua eyes look at her boyfriend. Or rather, the boyfriend she is entertaining herself with this time.
She changes them every month and I am not on the rumour mill so I don't really know what to say about it, it's just something that happens. Girls like her are popular after all: especially with her D-cups in full glory in the spring weather. Some say she got them done, but I don't believe so, as they jiggle too much to be fake.
Claire after all comes from very, very old money, to the point she might as well be aristocracy.
In my fantasies, I would really love to be the one hugging her every day at school. But I am not a bully, and I am not rich or famous, so I'm not one of the popular kids who can choose. Or whatever they say about beggars.
I wonder how it must be to have a girlfriend.
As I walk by, I take another look at Claire and our gazes meet - she looks at me with her aqua eyes, still wrapped around her current boyfriend.
Maybe this will be the fated moment - maybe she can understand I could love her just as much as those meatheads, if only she gave me the chance… and maybe she can show who she really is with someone who would not just judge her by her looks.
She sneers and glares at me like she just saw walking garbage.
I look away, flush, and I hear her amused chuckle as I leave the entrance to find my place in the home room. After all, that's my place in life. I am not supposed to ask for more.
Besides, I might have better luck with my childhood friend!
After all, having a cute childhood friend fall in love with you is every man's dream. And Tina is just so cute and amazing! We used to be so close. Many of the best memories I have from childhood are shared with her.
It helps that Tina grew up to be a hottie: she's on the track team, so nowadays her mind is always occupied with sports and competitions. All that training has given her an athletic body, leaving her with, in my humble opinion, the best ass in the entire school.
She shows off her rounded butt in her black spandex shorts, displaying her tanned skin all the way to her white shoes. She's not much taller than I am, but her legs are something amazing: she must have the best pair in the entire city! Supple thighs, smooth skin, and her runner muscles give her such an amazing definition.
She has the most beautiful brown eyes, really doe-like, even though it has been so long since she looked at me with anything more than a passing disinterest. These days she keeps her black hair short in a pixie cut, and that also highlights her elegant neck and her sharp cheeks.
Tina would definitely be one of the top five beauties at school. Maybe, if Claire wasn't there, she would take the top spot, but to me she has the added score of being a childhood friend, so thew two kind of even out.
Maybe there's another person who could be above them, but only if you like MILFs. In fact…
"Hey," Tina looks at me, turning to point at the door. "You runt. Let's have a talk."
"I… s-sure!"
Is this the day? Maybe this is the moment when she realizes she has always been in love with me, and her tsun-tsun behaviour has only been a cover and it's now time for some dere-dere! It's a bit of a stretch, but she hasn't wanted to talk to me for years, so if she is taking the initiative now…
I follow her outside and she turns to find an empty hallway. She leans forward. Her breasts are a nice and perky B-cup, nothing to sneeze at, but of course her cute point is her butt. I appreciate the way her shorts look painted-over her thick hips.
"So, what's your problem, you weirdo?"
"…Uh? I'm sorry?"
I do not understand. Where is the playful, carefree friend I used to play with?
"I can't deal with it anymore! People are starting to talk, do you understand?"
Why is she reacting like this?
"They think you are my boyfriend or something. Cut it out! I want to make captain of the track team and if they think I associate with the likes of… you… I will never make it! So please do me a favour and stop even looking at me. In fact, stop being in the same room!"
"We… we take classes together."
She rolls her eyes.
"Whatever. Besides that. We finish our classes, you scram, capishe?"
I hesitate.
"But… we are friends. Are we not?"
"Just because we used to play together when we were kids doesn't mean you get to use that as leverage now. Things change. Try to get that through your thick head!"
She flicks her finger against my forehead and withdraws. I am tempted to look at her sashaying hips, but what if she turns?
And in fact, she does - luckily I am not looking at it, or she would probably get even angrier.
And that makes three out of four interactions with women in my life that make me feel bad, a failure and a reject.
And the worst, I think as I walk back to the schoolroom, keeping my head low and my hands deep in my pockets, has yet to come…
I'm going to meet my Homeroom Teacher.