Chapter 2

“What is this heat?” I asked. My friend quietly walked beside me and didn’t bother to answer.

“Are we in hell? What the hell did you do?” I asked again.

“Well, isn’t summer supposed to be like this, you idiot? Maybe your farts made this greenhouse. Congratulations for making these phenomena,” my friend told me.

“Well, I couldn’t do it all by myself. I have to thank the sandwich I ate and the people who made it and the people who tirelessly worked so hard to make that shitty sausage, and let’s not forget our good fellow government who allowed those people to work. I couldn’t be here if it weren’t for all those people,” I told my friend with a grin on my face. “And my special thanks go to you who bought that fucking cheap sandwich.”

“I didn’t hear any complaints when you devoured like a snake the whole fucking thing,” my friend said without looking at me.

“Well, when I didn’t eat any shit all morning and add to that playing soccer, well, no surprises that it made me like a zombie,” I told him and tried to walk a little faster.

“Is it my fault that your lazy ass can’t wake up early and make a fucking breakfast?” he said it calmly. We were having fun, and we always enjoyed witty comeback conversations. We weren’t arguing. Well, we were just best friends. What is a best friend good for?

“Don’t give me that shit. Who came early in the morning and asked me, ‘Get your ass to the field’?” I told him with ease.

“Well, how should I know that your lazy ass wants to sleep all day?” my friend answered.

“Look, for your information, it is summer break. I believe it is my very right to sleep whenever I want or wake up whenever I desire to. I had enough crab in school ti—” My glorious comeback got cut short because I saw heaven for a second. “Are you seeing what I am seeing?” I told my friend, and when I looked at him, I saw he was already drooling. He just nodded his head up and down. The bastard didn’t want to lose a second looking at those beautiful girls.

“What the fuck?” my friend said loosely.

“Or should I say, where the fuck you bitches were in my whole life?” I responded.

“What should we do?” my friend asked me.

“How the fuck am I supposed to know?”

“Well?”

“What? Do you expect me to go there and say, ‘Excuse me, which one of you wants to fuck on this beautiful summer day?’”

“I knew that you didn’t have the balls for it.”

“Okay, show me how it’s done, Mr. Having Balls.”

“Forget about it. I should’ve known you haven’t had it in you.”

“But seriously, look at them. Are those for real?”

“If only I could.”

“Well, dreams are made for young people.”

“Fuck you.”

“Youuuu fuuuuucker.”

After a moment of silence, I asked my friend, “Can you at least make a plan?”

“Here.” He showed me his pocket, put his hand in it, and then pulled out his hand and showed me his middle finger.

I shook my head from side to side with a smile on my face. “At least go there and talk to them.”

“Why don’t you do it yourself?” he answered.

“What an idiot I am with,” I said low enough as if I were talking to myself and loud enough to let him know about my disappointment.

There were three girls who were playing with boys. As it happened, they had the same taste of sport as us. They were playing soccer. One of the girls had light-blond hair, and her height was almost 1.7 meters. She had a perfect butt by the eyes of humans and mathematics. If you are wondering if you—I mean, the girls and women (because this formula only works for women)—have a perfect butt, punch in the numbers, and voila, now you know that you have a perfect butt or not. The best part is that you don’t have to listen to your friends or plastic surgeon to know the answer. I’ll stop the suspense and give you that fantastic formula:

(S + C) × (B + F) / T − V.

S is for shape, C is for spherical, B is for wobble or bounce, F is for firmness, V is for hip-to-waist Ratio, and T is for skin texture.

Before people start carrying pitchforks and a torch and put every mathematician in the crucifixion and put in a blaze to make sure there won’t be any resurrection, I should point out it wasn’t from a mathematician. It was from a psychologist named David Holmes.

It is fun, isn’t it? Well, this happens when a member of the International Mathematical gold medal winner is too horny to think about other things. In the meantime, he put it in the concept of mathematics. My friend and I were two geeks, and everyone hated us for being too bright for our own good. I saw the world through the microscope of mathematics, and he liked to see things through the actual microscope. He was passionate about biology. We always had an argument about which field was more important. My opinion was that the language of nature is written in mathematics. Through those, we understand what nature is trying to say. My friend argued that it was horseshit talk because biology IS nature. I fired back to him that it is thanks to mathematics that he could observe any shit through a microscope. We always had this kind of argument.

The first time my friend and I met was in the geek center where we were supposed to learn how to talk to important people, a bunch of political losers who didn’t know which hand was right or left, so we could have the honor of accepting the gratitude of a nation for being passionate about something we loved.

“What a loser,” I said when I saw what a big deal they were making of everything. I was talking to myself.

“Excuse me?” the guy right beside me said.

I looked at him. I saw an average-looking guy with black hair and eyes, and he had this round white face. He gave me a look, which was saying, I dare you, say it again.

“Which one is your father?” I responded.

“None.”

“So what’s your problem then?”

“I thought you were talking to me,” he said.

“Don’t take yourself so seriously. Seriously, no one does. Trust me on that,” I told him without looking at him.

“Are you looking for trouble?” he answered furiously.

“I look for anything to get out of this shit show,” I told him the way that showed him I didn’t care and wasn’t afraid of him.

“Me too,” he responded with a smile on his face instead.

“Marshal,” he said and stretched his hand for a handshake.

“Agustin,” I said and accepted his handshake.

“I like you, Agustin,” he said it casually.

“Thanks, but I like girls with big boobs,” I responded.

He giggled and put his hand in front of his mouth to hide his laugh from other people. After a while, when he got a little bit of control of himself, he looked at me and, with a grin on his face, then told me that if he were gay, he would have fallen for my charm.

“What a waste of time. Isn’t it, Agustin?” Marshal said.

“Holy shit, don’t tell me you were actually listening to this moron? I went to a coma the second he opened his mouth, and all this time, I was calculating how I could kill him by throwing this pen or something else into his mouth,” I responded.

“Shit, yeah, you are right. I should’ve done the same thing. You know what? I could’ve brought a virus that could only kill him, and no one else gets infected and saved us all this headache,” he whispered.

“Look at us. They try to teach us the proper manner for those assholes, and now we are planning how to assassinate an idiot. For their safety, they should get rid of this shitty thing,” I said.

“Is there something that you want to share, Mr. Adalbert?” the asshole who was talking for the last two hours was asking.

“No, sir, I was memorizing your speech, and I have this bad habit of repeating it to myself to remember it. I didn’t notice I was too loud. Please continue,” I said it the way that didn’t sound like sarcasm, but my friend now pressed his hand on his mouth and tried not to laugh.

The other girl had midnight-black hair with a pixie-cut hairstyle, which showed her long and beautiful neck, and most importantly, she had this pointy breast that was huge for a girl of that age. She had long and beautiful legs, wearing casual black shorts for soccer, but it didn’t stop her from being cute, and she was wearing a blue shirt. She was slim and had the fragile body of a girl who could break at any moment, making her more appealing and desirable. She was 1.87 in height, as I am. Coincidence? I don’t think so; tell that to the universe. Her white and round face with blue eyes made her look like she was a doll in her past life.

The other one had medium cool-blonde hair with a Hime cut; she had two beautiful green eyes. She also had a long, slim leg, wearing the same shirt and shorts. She was 1.75 meters in height.

“I don’t know what they are trying to show,” I said to Marshal. Marshal gave me a look, as if to say, “Explain yourself, you idiot.”

“Well, look at them. Are they trying to kill every fucking male on Earth? Who can look at them and not have a serious incident or death?” I explained myself. “Yeah, you are right. It made me wonder that if we came from the same ancestor, they are different species. I believe they are called Homo pulcher,” he told me. I looked at him and gave him a puzzled look. “Homo what?” I asked him. There it was, the fucking smile on his fucking face. He usually enjoyed himself teaching me one or two things. There was always this competition between him and me. We were friends, but we always kept our swords sharp for each other. “Homo pulcher, it means ‘beautiful men,’” he answered. I hated to admit it, but it was a good and proper one, so I gave him a thumbs-up. Then suddenly, something evolutionary happened inside me. Was it a thought? No. It was more like a plan. Now at least I had a plan to approach them and give them a geeky line.

“Hey, Marshal, I’ve got a plan. Follow my lead. At last, your fucking biology came in handy,” I told him. He was happy about my acknowledgment, but he was also curious, so he asked, “What the fuck are you talking about? What plan?” “Just follow my lead,” I answered and walked away. “Hey, pssst, wait a minute,” he whispered and tried to catch my attention, but I showed him by my head that he should follow me.

“Hello there. May I have your attention?” I said it formally with a trembling voice. My friend arrived and tried hard not to laugh about what I had just said. The girls looked at ME, and at that moment, my brain went blank. I questioned myself at that moment, What the fuck am I doing here? My first impression went straight to the toilet. In mathematics, when you realize that you aren’t using the right formula, you should stop the shit and you don’t continue. Go over it, analyze it, and if needed, use another formula. So by saying that, it would be the most stupid thing to continue hitting on the girls, but they were waiting for me to say something.

“Aaaaaaa . . . Ummm . . . well . . .” I looked at my friend for help, but the son of bitch was busy trying not to laugh by putting his hand on his mouth, but I could hear his laughter through his fucking nostril. Thank you, you piece of shit, I thought.

Then I found courage. I accepted my loss in battle; I threw the towel and left the ring like a true gentleman. Meantime, the girls were trying hard not to laugh like my stupid friend. I think they were thinking about not making me more embarrassed by putting their delicate finger on their lips, but still, I could see their smiles.

“Well?” the girl with medium cool-blond hair asked me. My situation changed from shit to a position that was more like being in a shit pit trap. What the fuck was I thinking about coming here? And more importantly, what the fuck was I expecting?

“You see . . . I was . . . I mean, we were . . . Me and my friend . . .” I showed them the stupid person right beside me by pointing at him. “Well . . . you see . . . Uhmmm . . . me and him . . . ahhh . . .” By saying that, I just wanted to die. What was wrong with me? And that was the last straw. My friend burst into a laugh, and with him, the girls were shaking from chuckling. I got pissed off from the situation that everyone was laughing at me that I didn’t care anymore. Also, I knew Marshal wouldn’t let go of this for eternity. Yes, he is that kind of best friend. “You see, this is my wingman, and he was supposed to help me out, but instead of helping me out, he is busy pissing his pants from laughing.” And by saying that, the girls started laughing too. Great, now all people were looking in our direction. I thought I could put some attention to Marshal, but the son of a bitch still kept laughing. I turned red from the shame and the anger. “Can you just stop it? I know, I was an idiot, okay? People are looking at us and wondering what is going on in here.” I looked at my friend and asked him if we could leave. Now he was coughing from all those laughs. I could see the pain he had in his chest from all those laughs. I took his hand to lead him out of the scene while he was bent and had his other hand on his chest since it was in pain.

It hurt. It hurt so bad that I couldn’t breathe either. I was ashamed and humiliated. I should’ve known better that I could do well in mathematics, but not in social life. In mathematics, when I make a mistake, no one laughs at me, and when I come with victory, it would feel like I got a YES from those girls. I had a plan. What happened to it? It was a good plan that made me believe I could win those girls over—such a waste.

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“Hey, wait a second!” the girl with light-blond hair was shouting.

Great, I just needed that. What else do you want from me? I thought to myself. She caught up with us.

“Sorry for laughing like that. It wasn’t our intention to do so, but you were cool and funny. Trust me, it was the bravest thing you did out there. Well, if we didn’t have any boyfriends, we would definitely have accepted whatever you were trying to say out there,” she said while she was biting her beautiful lower lips from laughing. I put my hand on the head the way that I could give my head a massage. I usually do that when I try to solve a problem. Let me think. Here are the facts. I humiliated myself for nothing. Nothing. A rookie mistake. In mathematics, you must first realize if the question is right and logical; if not, then the problem is unsolvable. I couldn’t find any solution to the wrong question. No one can. Even the greatest mathematician can’t do that. The problem has to be a logical one. I made a BIG mistake. Even with the most excellent plan, I couldn’t win them over. That was cold. Of course, was my friend and I the only men on Earth? Every man with the right mind with sexual desire for the girls would’ve fallen for them. Marshal once explained to me what evolution means, not that I didn’t know about it since I had science class too, but he read more books about it than me. There are so many things that derive the “Evolution”—natural selection, Sexual selection, Nature, and so many other things that make sure the gene survives. I couldn’t understand the whole idea of evolution, and that was okay, according to Marshal. He quoted a scientist that said, “If you think that you know the Evolution theory, you know nothing of it.” Anyway, I was calculating by which one I could win them over. In natural selection, I had to wait for all males to die to have a chance to be with them, which meant Marshal and I would have to develop a virus that would get rid of all males in the world without infecting us. Well, that would make us terrorists, and trust me, no one is going to say, “Ahhhhh, that was such a romantic gesture,” but you gotta do what you could do to make sure those damn genes survive. Or we could go for sexual selection. Well, anybody who looked at us and compared us to a football player, they probably would go for the football player. Healthy and fucking strong genes they have. By my calculation, with all respect, even the quarterback in the shittiest high school had more chance than us. What a world we are living in! Even two gold medalists, me and my friend, don’t have more opportunity than those brain-dead footballers. Ahhhh, the fucking footballers who are being designed to bully people in high school and then steal your crush in front of you. Just thinking about those assholes doing French kiss with girls makes me vomit. What is it with girls that they fall for those assholes? It becomes an absolute cliché. It would be such a big surprise that these girls weren’t already with those assholes.

“Thank you,” I managed to say. I looked at my friend. The idiot couldn’t stop laughing. He made me more embarrassed, but he could manage to say thank you as well while he was laughing.

“My name is Bernadina, and it was nice meeting you,” she said while holding her hand up for handshaking. I shook her hand, and at that time, I felt her soft and warm skin. How delicate her hand was. I didn’t know what would happen if she were my girlfriend. The lucky bastard, whoever he was, he shouldn’t let go of this hand. I was so excited that I didn’t notice that I was holding her hand for too long. What was wrong with me today? It seemed whatever I did, it turned into dust. Against my wish, I let the hand go. I looked at my friend. He managed to get ahold of himself a little bit. He shook her hand, and I knew what that bastard was thinking at that moment. Probably the same thing I was thinking, or even worse. “My name is Marshal, and it was such a pleasure meeting you as well,” he said. What the hell? When did he become such a gentleman that I didn’t notice? Ooh, I see what he was doing. He tried to say, “I am different from this moron.” You know what? Fuck you, I thought. I wished I could say it out loud. Then she turned back to me and looked at me. Now what? I thought. I just wanted to get out of this fucking place as soon as possible. She kept her smile on her face. Meanwhile, she was waiting for something. What else do you want? I thought. When is this fucking nightmare going to end? Then I heard my friend say with fucking smile on his face, “His name is Agustin, and he is the smartest idiot I ever met.” You are a dead man. Let’s get out of here, and I know what I should do to you, I thought. She giggled at Marshal’s comment. Why shouldn’t she? Now I am a clown in high school. Thanks to Marshal. To be honest, I was a little bit jealous of Marshal. He acted calm, which made Bernadina laugh. I wished I could do it. Bernadina. What a beautiful name she has. I was wondering what those other two girls’ names were.

“Now that the cat is out of the bag and we know that you are taken, I don’t see the reason why we shouldn’t go to the coffee shop and have a civilized conversation. It would be a great honor for this idiot and me in here”—he pointed at me—“to get to know you. We were actually heading that way. Would you like to join us?” The girl was still smiling. Marshal, you are going to die a virgin. You can’t get away with this, I thought. Bernadina looked back to her friends and then looked back to us again. “I don’t know,” she said. “Well, you know where we are if you want to join us,” Marshal responded. “I don’t know. I will talk to them. But thanks for the suggestion,” she said. Were we heading to the coffee shop? When did that happen? I thought. Look at Marshal. When did he become an expert in hitting on the girls? I was proud of him, like a mother bear to her cub after three years, right before kicking him out of her life. Marshal started walking away, so I just followed him. After I ensured we were at a safe distance, I elbowed him and said, “What the hell, man? You just embarrassed me out there.” “What?” he responded by looking surprised. “You were mocking me out there, in front of those girls.” “You did it yourself. You didn’t need my help for that,” he answered. “You Fucker,” I responded. “Aaa . . . bae . . . daaa . . . mmaaaaa . . . ,” he responded. I shook my head with a smile.

“When did you become so calm and cool? I lost my mind out there when I wanted to talk to them,” I asked.

“Well, I thought that was your plan. You play like an idiot, and I become the knight.” Now he started laughing again.

“You are hopeless. Seriously, if you were okay to talk to them, why didn’t you?” I asked.

“I needed an idiot to shine,” he responded. I told you so. He wouldn’t let go of this.

“So why didn’t you insist on coming now?” I asked.

He looked at me as if I were serious then said, “Are you kidding me? Don’t you know that if you insist more, the chance they come would be lower? They don’t need a needy person. As you know, they already got boyfriends, and if you were listening, I told them that we just want to hang out, and that would be all, so if I insisted more, she would have thought we had an ulterior motive,” he answered.

“I don’t know. I’ve never been good in social life, and I didn’t care at all until now,” I said.

“Well, there it is, your problem. Humans are built to be social like many other species that have a social life. In other social life species, if a member gets cast out, that member has a great chance to die. It isn’t different for humans. If you put a human in a solitary cell or island, it doesn’t matter how isolated the person was before. The life expectancy of that person goes down, and the insanity goes up,” he said.

“Okay, okay, Mr. Knowledge. You don’t need to rub it on my face, but I should say this. You were cool out there. I give you that.”

“It is all thanks to you for being an idiot.”

“You are not going to let go of this?”

“Not a chance.”

“You know, when I was talking to Bernadina . . . Bernadina, what a sexy name she has, doesn’t she?” I said, and he nodded. “Anyway, I was calculating the chance we had to be with them. Do you want to know what the result was? It was epsilon, ꜫ. Unless we kill all other males on the planet, we don’t have any chance of being with them, according to your beloved scientist, Charles Darwin, in natural selection. I checked other aspects too. It is not good. Do you think they are with a football player?”

He laughed and shook his head. “Do you know why there are tall people and small people in human society? Because in one point of life, women liked the small people for not consuming too much food where food was famine or just because they could hide better from a predator, so they could live long enough to mate. On the other hand, they also liked the big guys for protection or because they were good hunters. What I am trying to say is, we don’t know what the future is holding for us. As you mentioned, some girls like big and bully guys like the football player, and there is a chance that the girls get disgusted with those idiots and looking for a smart guy like me.”

While I was laughing, I said, “Like you? Fuck you. Anyway, as I said, I liked how you acted.”

“The way you went for the girls, for a moment, I thought, What a cool guy I am with, until you screwed up,” he said while laughing.

We arrived at the coffee shop. We went inside. I ordered a spicy Chai, and he ordered a black coffee.

“Do you think they will come?” I asked.

“What do you know about Komodo Dragon?” he asked.

“Not much. Why?”

“Because I just used the technique of Komodo dragon. This reptile has a poisonous bite, so when it bites, it makes other large animals bleed out or get weak. After that, the reptile doesn’t do much but stalk the prey. It just waits until the animal is too weak to move then starts eating it. Well, guess what? My bite was poisoned too.”

“You are sick.”

“Wasn’t it you that suggested killing all males?”

“No, I have a tender heart.”

“So what was your plan that you rushed into them without thinking? Whatever it was, it was like a hyena cub rushed into the lion’s pride.”

“Stop it. I had a good pla—” I said when I saw him smiling while he was looking behind my back.

“What plan?” the girl with Pixie cut asked me while she was standing behind me. For the second time on the same day, I had been frozen.

“He was trying to explain to me how to open a conversation with girls. That you interrupted him,” Marshal answered. Then he looked at me and gave a signal to continue.

“Nothing,” I managed to say.

“Oh, come on, it’s not like we haven’t heard it before. It was more like, ‘Am I dead? If not, why am I seeing angels?’” she said while she had a smile on her face.

“Or more like, ‘Found it, finally found it, The God greatest art on Earth,’” Bernadina said. Now everyone was laughing but me.

“Well, I assume that those lines worked for you guys,” I said while my head was down. They all laughed.

“Why don’t you sit here?” Marshal suggested. The Pixie-cut hair, with Bernadina, the two of them added three more chairs to our table. The other one was busy ordering coffee for themselves.

“Now we really like to hear yours too,” Bernadina said.

To add to your résumé? What a bitch you are, making other people embarrassed, I thought.

“Take it easy on him. He is a shy person, and he is going to die alone with it,” Marshal said with a smile on his face, and the girl made such a noise that it was like they just found an orphaned kitty.

“I was going to say if you know anything about Homo pulcher?” I said it finally. Marshal burst into a laugh so suddenly that the other girls were wondering what just happened. However, they got curious, thanks to Marshal.

“What?” the girl with the pixie-cut hair asked. Although she had a smile on her face, she wanted to know what it was. What a beauty she was. Her blue eyes could hypnotize any man. Her long and delicate neck wasn’t helping either—just more distraction. As for Marshal, it was fuel in a fire. He started laughing so hard that no one could stop him.

“Maybe he can explain it to you, girls,” I responded. There were tears in Marshal’s eyes because of those laughs. After a while, when he calmed down a little bit, he explained what a Homo pulcher meant.

“Ahhh, that’s so sweet. I appreciate it. Are we that beautiful that you call us Homo pocher?” the girl with the pixie-cut hair said. The other girl who was on the counter joined our table with a tray of coffee and asked what was going on here. The girl with the Pixie-cut hair was so excited that she was the first to explain it to her before Marshal or I had a chance to explain it. Marshal and I were smiling when she explained it to her friend with her sweet voice while making a mistake pronouncing pulcher to pocher, but none of us dared to correct her. Let her have her moment, that was what I thought. Her sweet and innocent voice was enough to change anybody’s mind about anything.

“That’s new. Is it me, or does the pickup lines become so educational?” she said it with a mischievous smile on her face. “Anyway, you must be Agustin”—she pointed at me—“and you must be Marshal. You guys made life difficult for other students. Now every parent and the teachers want us to be like you guys. Do you realize what you have done?” the medium cool blonde said.

“It wasn’t our intention to make life difficult for anybody as the football player try not to make our life miserable by bullying us,” I said. I couldn’t believe what I had just said. Was it me or my demon side? I don’t know. Marshal turned his head and started scratching his head. Even he couldn’t save me from that. However, the three goddesses started laughing.

“Oh, do they bully you?” Bernadina said. Before I could answer her, she continued, “Well, we never liked them either.” I looked at Marshal and gave a look. Can you believe her? Marshal responded with a smile.

“I have never been bullied, but when I see other students are getting hurt, it bothers me,” I told them. They nodded the way that they understood but didn’t believe me. “I came. I mean, we came with a deal with them. We give them free tutoring as long as they don’t bother us and give us the protection from others,” I explained. They looked at one another and started laughing.

“Well, that is the smartest thing to do if you don’t want to get hurt,” Bernadina said.

“Did I say I was afraid of them? Or because of fear of getting hurt, we are doing it? It has been seven years that I have been attending Wing Chun classes besides other classes, so if anybody is going to get hurt, it wouldn’t be me,” I explained. Bernadina looked at her friends, and they smiled together. They still didn’t believe me.

“Well, he is not lying. If you don’t believe him, just go to one of those boring classes he goes to,” Marshal said.

“Then why give them the free tutoring?” the girl with the pixie-cut hair asked.

“I forgot to ask your name. What’s your name?” I asked.

“Calysta,” the girl with the Pixie cut said. I looked at the other one and waited for her answer. “Aiko,” the cool-blond girl answered.

“Look, Calysta, did I say it right?” I asked, and she nodded. “There are so many different people with so many different attitudes. I like puzzles, and people are like puzzles to me. I sometimes challenge myself to do something stupid, like negotiating with those brain-dead footballers. It is not because I am afraid of them. I think of myself as a person with social life. Even though it is awkward for me to be a social person, I try my best to learn from everybody, even from those idiots. It is because I know at some point in my life, maybe in the future, I will face them again, and I know that fighting isn’t always the best solution.”

“Wow, that was a good speech,” Bernadina said.

“It wasn’t mine. It was from my instructor on the first day of the training, except for the puzzle part,” I replied.

“You are such a nice person. I wished all people were like you,” Calysta said.

“Oh no, even having one of them is too boring. Having a world full of them would be disastrous,” Marshal said with a smile on his face. All girls laughed at his comment about me.

“When did you become so cute and funny?” I asked him, annoyed.

“About two hours ago.”

“Well, I am happy for you. At least one of us has a future as a clown in a circus,” I replied.

“Well, I need someone to show and make fun of in order to make people laugh. Who is better than you? So don’t worry about your future in a circus. We are going to be together in it,” Marshal responded, and the girls laughed. I smiled too.

“You guys are too much. I had no idea hanging out with you would be this much fun,” Aiko said while she was laughing.

“I hope it doesn’t bother your boyfriends. You know, they don’t like their girls laughing with a stranger,” Marshal said.

“Or as you girls pointed out, the enemies,” I said with a smile on my face.

“Well, once we explain to them how wonderful you guys are, they are going to be cool,” Calysta said.

I looked at Marshal, and we both knew that wouldn’t be possible. We were on them; they would be a fool if they thought that we didn’t have any ulterior motive for them. I didn’t know either. Maybe we actually could be friends, but they were too beautiful to think of them as a friend only. Hey, don’t you dare to judge us! We are men, and we only want to make sure our genes are going to be passed onto the next generation. What is wrong with having that in mind?

Personally, I liked Calysta. Who was the lucky guy who spent his time with her? Each time I looked at her beautiful eyes, it was like someone was poking my chest with something sharp. Her sweet voice and her long and beautiful neck with short-cut hair was out of this world. She was my Aphrodite, the goddess of beauty and love. I could see every move she made, or better to say, I was memorizing her actions so that I could review them later—what it would feel like if a girl like that kissed me on the mouth. One could not simply survive from that. Her laugh was more painful. I loved her laugh the most. She was self-conscious about her beauty and her attraction. I could see that in her eyes. I think she understood my hopelessness for her beauty, and for that, she let me watch her beauty. Anyone could go under her spell with just one look. Simple, just like that.

“Well, you guys made big chaos in high school by scoring two gold medals. Everyone is talking about you guys, how smart you are, and the teachers, they don’t have enough of it. They always exemplify you, and you guys are the models for any parents,” Aiko said it with a wry smile on her face. “So if you could just help us out on our homework, we would appreciate it. What do you think?”

Did she think that we were that desperate to do her homework for her? Well, she wasn’t that much wrong, but abusing us? Even if she were my girlfriend, I wouldn’t do that for her.

“What exactly did you mean by saying that?” Marshal asked her politely before I could say something stupid.

“We just need help with our homework,” Aiko said.

“She is right. I hate mathematics. It is too difficult to learn, and I didn’t learn anything from it. It is torture for our souls,” Calysta said with her angelic voice. Then she looked at me and bit her lips. I could see the smile on Marshal’s face.

“I understand, but I can’t do your homework for you. However, it would be a great opportunity for me to tutor you. I am tutoring those brain-dead. Why not you? Who happens to be my new friends,” Marshal said with a smile on his face. I looked at him and gave him a look. Back off or die.

“I couldn’t agree more with Marshal. For once in his useless life, he said something beneficial,” I said, and the girls laughed. “As you know, we don’t have so many friends in here, and I am tired of seeing his face. So that way, we all benefit from it. And, Calysta, trust me, when I am through with you, you are going to love mathematics as much as I do. I promise you.” While she was laughing, she looked at me with those sapphire-blue eyes, and without looking at her friends for confirmation, she nodded. I couldn’t help myself but smile. I could see. Yes, I could see those beautiful eyes from now on, which was a victory in my dictionary.