Oh shit! Class is about to start. How will the class function without me! I walk as moderately as I can to my first period English class in order to not worry those retards that can’t form thoughts of their own, and Devin has no other friends so... Anyway, the smooth and calming sound of my voice fills the room until the end of class, enlightening all of my mentally challenged classmates.

I continue my exceptional lectures in all my classes. I use my breaks wisely to sustain myself and relieve stress, as I need to be relaxed in order to give my speeches. As always, I play the most amazing game Puzzles and Dragons. The sweet satisfaction of getting the tiles to match up and triggering my characters’ special abilities is addictive. The RNG of getting a good character from gachas is so pleasurable that sometimes I nut a little bit.

Well shit! I've run out of energy. I guess I'll do homework now.

This fucking Calculus homework. The problems aren't difficult, but there are more homework problems than there are Asian kids at this school.

Out of the corner of my eye, I discover that my future harem is approaching. A stallion such as myself cannot help but attract so many of the opposite sex.

The first one to approach me is a girl I've known for a long time. As always, she’s wearing a parka that matches her long straight black hair. She’s 16 but has the appearance of a 13-year-old. Her cheeks look puffed up, making it look like she hasn't lost her baby fat. She's also short, which doesn't help her look her age. Basically, she's a Korean girl with Korean friends.

“Heeeeey Sebaaas,” she greets with the most exaggerated basic white girl tone.

“Hi Lizz,” I reciprocate with a calm and collected voice. After all, girls like guys who are aloof.

“Could you help Jenny and me with the math homework?”

“Sure.”

I observe them as they sit down next to me on both sides. I can't help but be pleased by my grand future.

Oof. This girl named Jenny just flipped her ponytail right into my face. This bitch! She better apologize in 3 seconds before I banish her to the shadow realm.

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Wait a second. She has a ponytail, a Northface parka, is as thin as the school president's hair, and blood-red lips. I have to see if she’s Nathan’s stalking target.

“Hey Jenny,” I initiate contact.

“Yes,” message received.

“Do you like pumpkin spice latte?”

“Yes, I do. How did you know that?” The nail has entered the coffin.

“Because you look like you would.”

“What does that mean?”

“Hey, guys! Let's start the homework already,” Lizz interjects.

Nice save Lizz. I shall reward you by aiding your endeavors in this Calculus homework.

. . .

YES, school is over. Time to go home. Should I make Marvin give me a ride home? No, I don't want to be trapped inside a steel box with this creature that has no filter between his inferior brain and intolerable vocal cords. I make my way to the bus with Devin instead.

I'm sure a great deal of people wonder why I keep meathead Marvin around, but he has his uses too. On days where my tolerance of the low mental capacity is high, he can take me home. Also, I’m able to flex my godlike brain in front of him. His idiocy makes me feel so superior that my serotonin levels increase.

Unlike Marvin, Devin is capable of thinking before he speaks. I can talk to him about any school-related subjects and he can display a great amount of knowledge, but still incomparable to my own. I use him to study when I'm too busy to engross myself in such a menial task. His only fault is that because he was raised in his Mom's Korean bubble, he knows nothing of American culture. This wouldn't be that great of an issue, except that we live in America.

“Hey, are you there?” Devin asks me, bringing me out of my chain of thought.

“Yea gamer?”

“As I was saying, my mom makes the best galbi.”

As always, he talks about how his mom makes the best *insert food of discussion*. I’ve been in this situation innumerable times before, so the best course of action is to respond:

“Yea-that's-great-fam.”

Good job me. A masterful dodge to shut down the conversation. Sometimes Devin sounds like an Ed Sheeran song: the words are different, but they sound the same.

“Did I tell you that I don’t like cucumbers yet?”

Fuck.

. . .

I’ve finally made it home. Now that I am free from those small-minded beings, I can become the embodiment of productivity and intellect. Perhaps I’ll read a book, finish my homework, make dinner for my family, invest in the stock market, or write a light novel.

*Discord notification*

Oh, it’s Devin! He gets uneasy if he doesn’t talk to me every so often, so I respond

> Hey Devin. What's up?

>> Wanna play some League of Legos?

> Hell yea dood.

*5 hours later*

Shit. It’s 9 p.m. and I haven’t done any of my homework. My school gives way too much goddamn homework.

*3 hours later*

When you are the embodiment of perfection like I am, it's absolutely exhausting. Sometimes a break is required for me to recharge my batteries.

Time to begin my plans for tomorrow. But I’m kinda tired right now, so I’ll do it tomorrow morning.