Unexplained

Taking in reality

Ben

I would be the luckiest guy in the world to have a beautiful, smart, funny, and caring girl.

Reality begs to differ.

All that lovey dovey, mushy bullshit is the light to my darkness, the Luke Skywalker to my Darth Vader, the dream that'll never come true.

You see, a guy like me could never get THAT girl, or better yet- a girl. Since guys like me aren't athletic, model looking pricks. No, guys like me are the exact opposite.

I'm short, fat, weak, pathetic, and I could never save a girl- shoot, I couldn't even save a fly, let alone kill it.

Yes I'm very shallow, but there are times when I'm confident.

Though my confidence doesn't last long knowing that the girls I have crushes on fall for tall, strong, muscular good looking guys.

If only my personality was enough for their satisfaction. I was a sweet guy, caring and kind. Never fought- knowing if I did, I might actually end up in jail charged for attempted murder.

That's a different story though.
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I wake up to the sound of my radio playing 'Lose yourself' by Eminem. I slide myself out of my bed and walk over to the bathroom, staring back at the chubby face in front of me.

"Hey there good looking. It's me and you today buddy, another day of bullshit." I groan then smile knowing that she'll be there. The reason why I wake up every morning.

The reason why I never give up.

After doing my daily routine of cleaning myself up and putting on my uniform, I walk out- locking the door in the process.

I simply strolled to the bus stop, obviously waiting for the bus. Enjoying the calm atmosphere.. until it was disturbed by noise personified.

Out the corner of my eye, I spotted two people- two people who I had no doubt were soon to ruin my oh so glorious morning. Johnny Faorily and Frankie Couric, two members of the wannabe "cool guys" at the high school I go to.

Everyone were usually struck with fear when they saw them, but all I am ever struck with is how pity. What with their acne galore faces, ass wipe attitudes, and brains probably the size of their nuts.

They smirked as soon as they spotted me, I could taste the annoyance already.

"Well would you look at what we have here, if it isn't our favorite neighborhood beanbag." Johnny started.

"Ya got any money for us today Ben-eat-dick?" Frankie exhaled his putrid, nicotine smelling breath on my face. I wanted nothing more than to gag at the smell.

"Not today boys, but I'll be sure to feed my dogs tomorrow." I said, muttering the last part of the sentence.

"What was that Benj-woman?" Johnny was now closer than he was before, talk about a personal-space-invader. I remained silent. Let's see how long it'll be until they lose their shit over something as little as a phrase.

"Aren't you gonna answer us when we're talking to you Ben-ten?" Frankie threatened. They were so close that their breaths were basically the only thing I could smell, which also means I was suffocating- because who wants to breathe that?

I cringed at the smell and then went back to my bored face. "Oh, are we too close to you." Yes, yes you are, could you back the fuck off before I actually throw the first punch.

"Are we invading your personal space, huh." Haha, personal-space-invader.. Johnny poked my arm. "Are we, you oversized bag of jello." Frankie asked again.

Their voices rose due to the lack of attention I was giving them. Well let's be serious, I've heard way worse insults than what these idiots were spewing.

Then out of anger and nowhere, Frankie slapped the back of my head. Lord is probably testing me cause that is crossing the line. I still remained silent. Mom didn't raise a fool to fight over something as stupid as this.

"I bet you want to punch me with that fatty knuckle of yours huh?" Frankie smirked. Of course I do, it wants nothing more than to leave a mark on your heavily pimple bearing face. I squinted trying to see where the pimples and zits stopped.. they didn't?

"Do ya, you fat shit." Johnny slapped the back of my head. I only remained impassive. Their smirks turned into scowls.

"Do you!" Frankie pulled back to punch me. I shut my eyes, waiting for the impact, probably looking like I was breathing in the fresh air.

My eyes slowly opened to find my friends Chris and Brandi. Chris was holding Johnny by the neck, while Brandi held Frankie's arm that he was going to punch me with.

Brandi and Chris were in my two best tall, menacing people. They didn't prey off of people's fear like Johnny and Frankie.

"Now you wouldn't want do something you would fucking regret, would you Couric?" Brandi said, her lips near his ear. The blood in his face drained when he heard her thick Boston accent.

He only shook his head. Chris was staring down Johnny who's face was purple due to Chris's hand slowly closing on his neck. "Good. Now leave. If you eva' dare to mess with Ben again, I'll shove my fuckin' fist in your connect-the-dot-face." BAHAHHAA- Her Boston accent made her more intimidating.

The brown skinned girl let Frankie go. Chris did the same and Johnny fell to his knees, gasping for air.

Frankie dragged Johnny by the collar of his uniform jacket. "You okay Wilson?" Chris put his hand on my shoulder. "Yeah I'm fine, thanks guys." I smiled.

"Honestly Ben, we went to the same trainer for MMA, yet you never stand up for yourself." Brandi sighed, running her fingers through her hair.

"You know I don't waste my time on assholes like them." I said, and straightened out my jacket and pants.

"Alright, shorty, but next time we ain't gonna be there, so you oughta protect yourself." Brandi nodded her head at Chris indicating to themselves as 'we' .

"I always use protection." I winked at her. She only chuckled and rolled her eyes at me. "Yeah right." She laughed as the bus came into view.

"What you don't believe me?" I mocked an angry face. "I could always show you."

"Nobody wants to see your peanut, Wilson." Chris feigned a horrified face.

"Maybe that's because you want it for yourself." I joked. Brandi pushed me into the bus before Chris could say anything.

Off to school, to see her. To that face and smile that I know is waiting there.

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Edited by Tsaichi
(I forgot what date she put cri.)

YOU'RE WELCOME

- today my two editors will rebuild that horrible book I made!
Thanks for editing both of you Tai thank you for always helping me and miracle.........you FAKA man you may be a little late but all is appreciated

HAHA FAKKAS!
Okay I'm calm. Officially edited (Again) by Miracle MAHeeros. A.k.a Synchronus