Travis settled into the auditorium, which was arranged with neatly spaced rows of seats. The majority of them remained unoccupied as students had yet to arrive, leaving Travis to choose a comfortable spot towards the back, right in the middle row. Pulling out his phone, he started playing games, his thoughts wandering.
"I almost forgot I have a system. Should I look around and see if I can see any new color? Since so far I haven't seen any," Travis contemplated, recalling the system's abilities and the possibility of discovering something new or unusual in his surroundings.
Travis, being observant on his way to the auditorium, took note of the people around him, particularly checking out the females, but he didn't notice anything new besides the colors he was already familiar with.
Curious about his system and its purpose, Travis queried internally, "By the way, system, what will the colors help me with? Also, what is your goal anyway? I'm just a normal dude, you know."
In response, the system retorted with a hint of sarcasm, "[Are you that dumb? I'm pretty sure I've already told you what this system does, right? So what else is there to explain? I'm not trying to bind you to a goal, which is why I didn't give you one. Or maybe that's being too kind; should I just give you one?]"
Travis pondered the system's response, wondering about its implications and whether having a clear goal would be beneficial or limiting.
' No, I'm just asking. I mean I personally have never thought of being a fuckboy. But since I'm given the opportunity, I don't mind changing that mindset. '
The system's response was unexpectedly blunt, laced with a hint of cynicism. "[Good, now shut up and get laid. A lot of dudes would be happy as hell to have me, and most of them would instantly understand how to use me. Unsurprisingly though, since you don't even watch porn.]"
' Is there anything wrong with that. Also, I do watch porn, I just don't jerk off.'
[ Is there a reason as to why you don't. If there is, I'm all ears. Maybe I can clear some things up for you]
' There is none, also don't compare me to other people, I am my own person. '
[ You're such a pussy. Get laid maybe you'll at least be what you eat, Hahaha that was funny]
Travis sat quietly, still stung by the system's blunt remark, though he couldn't deny its truth. "Do I have to change how I act? Nah, I don't feel like it. Let's just get this task done and see where this leads," he resolved inwardly, determined to focus on the task at hand despite his inner turmoil.
As the auditorium gradually filled with more students, the clock struck 8 o'clock, and all attention turned to the stage where a woman appeared. She was dressed in a black business suit that hugged her figure, commanding attention with her confident presence.
"Hello, everyone. I'm your Vice Principal, Ms. Hailey Anderson. You may call me Ms. Anderson or Vice Principal Anderson, whichever you find respectful. Now, let's lay down some ground rules since you're new. Don't worry, we won't take much time," she began, her voice authoritative yet approachable.
Ten minutes later, after outlining the school's policies with a touch of sarcasm that elicited laughter from the audience, Ms. Anderson concluded, "Alright, that was short, right? Okay, now your names will be called, and you'll follow the teacher assigned to you. I hope you all have a wonderful time here."
With that, she turned and walked back behind the stage, disappearing from view. Travis observed her departure, noting the hint of weariness in her posture.
"More work for me. I need a coffee," Ms. Anderson muttered to herself as she strode off towards her office, leaving the students to begin their day at the new school.
A few minutes later, everyone had settled into their form class. Travis took his seat by the window at the back of the room, a classic spot that offered a view of the surrounding scenery. He glanced out, appreciating the perspective from the second-floor location of their classroom.
"Our teacher is hot as well. This school is pretty cool. If possible, I'd like to get them into my harem as well," Travis thought with a mischievous grin, his mind wandering into playful fantasies about the new school environment.
Turning his attention to the girl sitting in front of him, Travis noticed a faint red glow surrounding her. Intrigued and recalling the unique ability of his system to detect colors and their meanings, he wondered silently, "Huh? Red? What does that mean? Anger?"
[ Nope Heat- She's aroused so much that she's in heat. This is the second last color. ]
' That was quite the leap. Also why the hell is she horny in class? Is she a slut?' He wondered.
He didn't dwell on the red glow any longer. Shifting his focus, Travis noticed another girl sitting beside him. She had long white hair and piercing blue eyes, giving her a somewhat cold-hearted appearance that made her seem difficult to approach.
"Why is he staring at me? Does he like me? I don't think I'm ready for a relationship, especially on the first day of high school," she wondered, her thoughts conflicted. Despite her outward demeanor, inside she was just a normal shy girl, unsure of how to manage her expressions.
Deciding to address Travis directly, she braced herself mentally. "Hey, um, could you stop staring?" she asked in a chilly tone, unaware of how it came across.
Travis snapped out of his reverie, immediately apologetic. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to stare. I was just lost in thought. Sorry if I creeped you out," he hurriedly explained, hoping to convey that he meant no harm.
Feeling a pang of guilt, she resolved to apologize as well to avoid any potential animosity. "It's alright. I'm sorry if I sounded rude," she replied, softening her tone.
"No worries. By the way, I'm Travis," he introduced himself, attempting to lighten the mood.
"Lauren Miller, nice to meet you, Travis. I hope we can become friends," she said with a hint of embarrassment, cringing inwardly at her own awkwardness.
"Same here. Since we're seat mates, it'd be nice if we got to know each other," Travis suggested warmly.
She nodded with a shy smile. "That would be nice. So, what do you do in your free time?"
Travis noted her effort to keep the conversation going. "Good thing I read that guide to starting a conversation," she thought to herself.
"Dang, she used the first rule of starting a conversation. I'll just have to shift the focus in time," Travis thought, appreciating her initiative.
As they exchanged words, it became evident that these two introverts might develop a great friendship, or perhaps something more. The future held endless possibilities for them.
TO BE CONTINUED