Women are really difficult to comprehend, aren't they? There are moments when it seems like you need a damn college degree to fully comprehend them.

I liked a girl when I was in the eighth grade her name was Lianne she was a little weird. I didn't even know if I liked her or not because I was only forced to respond to a question without knowing who I really liked, so I just mentioned her name because she was my dance partner at a school event.

I played it off because it would make a lot of sense, and today she is one of my only female best friends. I had no idea that talking to women wasn't that difficult; I just didn't realize that my head was keeping me from knowing the truth.

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August 11, 2023, the day it all started, was the typical chaos that occurs on the first day of classes. While some folks moved into this shithole, everyone was chatting with their old pals.

I was entering the gate with my phone in hand, playing a card game, when I saw some of my old classmates from the other section. They were somewhat shocked. I didn't give it much thought and went up to my Prince, who were seated by the bench near the principal's office as I placed my phone back in my pocket.

"Hey bro, how was vacation?"

I asked Prince sitting by the bench with his phone with a new textured cut, and he still has that well-defined nose of his.

He began staring at me with a puzzled expression as he tried holding his laughter, but soon after he burst out laughing as he jumped to me.

"You grew out your hair!"

I suddenly felt a static on my spine, realizing the reason why they were giving me such cold stares.

"So that's what they were all talking about..."

"Dude, what the hell were you thinking? Are you on drugs?"

Prince immediately lifted himself up with his toes as he pulled my hair with an unbelieving look on his face.

I slightly pushed him away as I fixed my hair.

"What was that about?!"

I shouted, confused about Prince's actions.

"Relax, I was only checking if it was real or not."

He shrugged off while putting on a satirical look.

"What kind of dumbass does that?"

"Whatever, dude..."

He intoned sarcastically as he walked to the school cafeteria.

"Jeez..."

It was the first hour of school, and unspeakable bullshit was already happening... I should begin to see this as the normal everyday shit that would happen starting today.

I followed Prince as he walked to the empty school cafeteria. He sat at the edge of the window as he leaned at the glass container, which was securing the food inside—well, I'll be real with you; I could just stick my hand in and take a few chocolate bars, but thank God I'm a well-moralled bastard.

"Whatcha buying?" Prince asked as he pulled out 5 PHP from his wallet.

"I'll be grabbing some juice, I guess." I replied, also pulling out 5 PHP from my pockets.

"Nay, we'll be buying some juice!" Prince called out to the woman cooking some macaroni on the back.

The woman dropped what she was doing as she hurriedly went to the counter to take our orders.

"One hundred yen or one fifty?"

The woman asked Prince.

"Just two one-hundreds, peach flavor," Prince replied. placing the 5 pesos on top of the class container.

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"And for you?" The woman asked me.

"I'll be taking the same as him, thanks." I replied back, placing the 5 pesos on the glass container.

As the woman was filling up two small plastic cups of peach juice, Prince pulled out his phone and flashed it in my eyes, showing me a PvP gacha game the both of us played.

"Bro, check this out. They just dropped the Legend version of Gnoly. He also has a dope ass finisher from the movie!"

I slightly looked at Prince's phone as he showed me Gnoly's character illustration in the game. His muscles were well defined as always with that cool green hair of his while he was shouting manically like normal.

I didn't even know how he became one of my favorite characters in the show, probably because of his backstory? Well... I just forgot.

"Yeah, he looks cool, man." I replied, sipping my juice as I continued staring at his phone.

"Oh! Dude, wanna check out the new transferees in the other section?"

He asked ecstatically as we both walked out of the school cafeteria heading to the second floor of the school.

"Well, sure, I don't mind meeting a few people." I do mind meeting them; I don't even know if they hate me or not, and sometimes I'm having mixed feelings whenever I am with them. I don't know if they're ever being genuine or if they're just using me for their own entertainment.

After a while we finally headed to the doorstep on the section; it was next to our classroom, and things were normal there, and as usual there were more girls than boys, but this time a few boys transferred, so I guess they added up a little.

"Hey guys, missed me?" I sarcastically said.

Brandon approached me as he stood by the front door with a bright smile on his face. That short bastard, I have a love-hate relationship with that dumbass. After I elbowed his best friend on the chest, I can't wait to beat his ass next.

"Fuck off, Jean, you won't pull any new girls here."

"Jeez dude, I'm not all that can't a loner make some friends?" I replied to him I already had enough friends, and I couldn't bother making more relationships.

Suddenly, I catch a glimpse at the edge of the door staring at the first row, seeing a boy with long hair wearing an orange shirt and dark blue jeans; he's definitely a transfer student... and he's handsome too; I bet he'll pull all of the girls in that room, but I'm afraid he would have to cut that hair because of the haircut regulations.

"Hey, who's that dude there?" I curiously asked Brandon.

In a moment I felt a huge presence grabbing the back of my collar as I got pulled into our classroom, and I turned behind to see who it was, and it was Ron.

I sometimes wonder why that guy is still in high school; he's a huge dude! He could join Mr. Olympia, and first place won't be enough for this jackass.

"Hey, drop me!" I shouted as I tried to let go of Ron's grasp, kicking his knees using my heels repeatedly like a child fighting an older sibling.

"Nah, the teacher's already taking attendance, so you can meet with your new friends later."

"Huh?! I don't give a damn about what that cross-eyed dickhead says; let me go!" I replied as Ron forced me into my chair.

"Also, try not swearing a lot, man; the teachers have been complaining about that mouth of yours," Ron intoned as he went back to his seat on the back.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, jackass, tell your wife I said hi."

After a while, the teacher walked into the classroom with a laptop in his hand. He placed the laptop on the desk as I stared blankly at his disorienting face.

He was cross-eyed, and what makes it worse is that he looks gay! Oh well... I won't be getting along with this one, especially since gay people give me the creeps, eugh.

"Good morning class, I'm Mr. Manzano, and I'll be your homeroom teacher. I hope I will get along with you guys, and we'll have a good year together."

No way... What if you molest me? Would I still continue getting along with you? Ugh, let's just get this over with.

"So, let's start by introducing ourselves." Mr. Manzano turned on his computer as he attached it to the television, which was placed above the blackboards.

A roulette wheel was shown with countless names of our classmates written on it; it's the same drill every year. They can't think of something original, can they? I just hope my name doesn't go first.

Mr. Manzano clicked the mouse on his computer as tension spread throughout the entire room, and after a few little ticks, a name appeared on the screen.

"Jean Valentin, anyone here named that?"

I sigh in annoyance as I walk to the front with a fraudulent smile on my face.

"Well, my, what a handsome fellow! May you please introduce yourself and tell us your hobbies?"

Well, I guess I'm one step closer to being a victim, and the dude's cross-eyed. How can he tell if I'm handsome or not?! Well, it doesn't matter; I'm damned either way.

"Well, my name is Jean Valentin, JV for short. I'm 15 years old, and I love playing games, you can call me JV or Jean I guess... Nice to meet you guys."

"That's great to hear, Jean; you may go back to your seat."

Yeah, yeah... I would.

I walked back to my seat, staring blankly outside the school, trying to pass the time; after a few moments, I got bored of the view outside. I pulled out my sketch pad and a number 2 pencil.

I was about to draw someone; I looked around, scanning for potential victims, as I suddenly spotted Mark, who was introducing himself in front with a bored expression in his eyes. It was perfect; I'm going to draw him.

The entire hour of the period, while the others were participating in icebreakers, I was drawing Mark's face as detailed as I could, hoping to get a reaction from that bastard's face.

It would probably go something with the words,

"Dude, that's such a cool drawing!" and everyone and everything will start to boast me for my glory! Such a perfect plan, and I'm so perfect!

The period finally ended, and it was finally recess. I walked in Mark's direction as he was talking to Nero. Everyone thinks he's handsome, but I think he looks average as he seems, but he's a cool person, not to mention he was with me when we switched sections.

"Hey Ben, check this out. I drew Mark." I told them randomly as I pulled out my sketch pad, showing it to the two.

Ben and Mark stared cluelessly at the sketch pad as I stood there with a confident grin on my face—soon enough, Ben would wipe that confident grin off his face because in the eyes of these two, Jean has zero artistic skill, and Jean blinded himself thinking he's the best artist in the school, but in reality, he can't draw something good without using a reference.

Ben slapped the sketch pad off my hands with a confused glare.

"What the hell is this bullshit, dude?" Ben replied as he laughed hysterically.

"Dude! I worked so hard for this man."

"Dude, you should practice more; even a first grader can draw better than that!" Ben replied as he began bursting more and more into laughter.

"Yeah, whatever. At least Mark likes it, right?" I turned my eyes to Mark, hoping I would extract at least a single compliment from him.

"This shit's ass bro," Mark replied blandly.

"Huh?! What?! After all of my hard work, you guys would act like this?!"

"We're just giving genuine criticism, dude; take it like a man," Mark replied.

"You guys are so mean... I'll remember this day, and the next time you'll do it to me, I'll be the one crushing your dreams," I intoned sarcastically as I walked away sulking as I walked to the school cafeteria.

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August 14, 2023: Nothing special happened during the past few days, except for more icebreakers and more introductions. But today my aunt gave me some spare cash to buy some books and notebooks I would use during the entire school year.

My mom and dad were never home a lot, so my aunt and uncle were forced to take care of such a lowly bastard like me. I kind of feel a little bit bad for them since Aunt would always go home stressed from work, and I couldn't do much to help, but I guess studying my ass off would be great help, no?

"Hey, JV!" called Ben. I turned to him curiously. What could this bastard possibly want from me?

"What?" I replied.

"You gonna buy some books today, or are you buying tomorrow?" asked Nero.

"Well, now that you mention it, I was about to head to the registrar."

"Can I come with you?" asked Ben.

"Yeah, sure, I don't mind a little company," I replied as I walked to the registrar on the bellow on the first floor next to the cafeteria.

"So, anyone from the other section catching your eye?" asked Ben as we were walking down the stairs.

"Nah, nothing there interests me; none of the girls there were my type anyways, but I made some new gaming buddies."

"Is that so?" he replied as the both of us went into the registrar; I sat by the metal bouncy chairs at the end.

While I was sitting down, I gazed off outside, and I saw Lianne walking with a group of girls. I can't believe she made some friends already; well, I couldn't blame her. I'd also be like that with the other transferees just to fuck with them.

One girl walked by, another walked by, and suddenly a short girl with short hair and boyish features walked past the door. Her hair was slightly covering her eyes, and she wore thin glasses. Her face was so familiar yet... Wait, that's the same guy?!

How could someone be so handsome and beautiful at the same time? Nevertheless, why is my left chest squeezing so tightly? I- I don't understand... She's beautiful now. I can't describe it, but is this feeling for real?

"Hey Ben, about your question if I had a type, I think I found mine."