3. Not Fake Enough
All present paused eating and stared at me. I didn't want to tag along but didn't want to refuse the girl either. She seemed nice, and people were staring at her. Nervous, sweat rolled down her forehead.
There were three girls and two guys. If this was more than friends hanging out, it was imbalanced.
"When?" I asked.
"After school today, don't worry, we will drop you off to your house before 10." The girl happily replied.
"Sure," I said.
The rest of the kids were surprised. That's what I expected. I wanted to change my image at the academy, and to do that, being more approachable and social was necessary. I am here to enjoy and not chase after grades, after all. Hard to do that without friends. These people did not seem all that welcoming, but I had to start somewhere.
The classes continued, all types of teachers coming and going. My classmates didn't seem very interested in me; I don't think I had any close friends here. Though, I did catch a couple of people looking my way, then looking away when our eyes locked. Most of them were girls.
My brain was fried by the time the bell rang. This was more boring than I remembered.
Fuck, I just realized school and college were fun because I knew all my classmates. I could read the room, understand little things... a room full of strangers was just that, a room full of strangers.
The girl from before walked over to my desk and asked, "Shall we go?"
Half the class turned towards us, the clatter of noise subsiding. "Uh.. Sure."
I packed and walked out with her. She wasn't the prettiest in the class, but she was up there. Even more important, her curves were damn impressive compared to others. She led me to a black SUV. A woman wearing a suit opened the door for her, and we settled in. A little drive on the main road, and I could see three more different cars following behind us.
Fuck. This is a rich kid's group! That's why I was getting looks from others.
The mansion we arrived at was massive. I felt like I was on a set of some grand movie. Cars stopped one by one beside us. The most sleek-looking white car belonged to that pretty senior girl; her name was Joy. This was her home.
Just to be safe, I asked my classmates the names of others; I can't offend rich people. She didn't seem to mind that I didn't know her name. Her name was Gwen Myers.
The second best car, a blue sports car, belonged to the other female senior; our male classmate was with her as well. Lenora and Ralph. They were the only couple in the group.
The last car, the most okay-looking one, belonged to the male senior, Jackson. There was a thing between him and Joy, but no confessions. Gwen was more than eager to share the gossip with me. Joy was Gwen's best friend; their parents knew each other.
When they said watching a movie, I imagined a big TV in a decent room. I did not expect a luxury home-theater setup. The dark room had soft seats that could recline fully. There were twenty of them, even. The screen was massive and the projector top quality.
"Woah.. This is amazing." I couldn't help but let out.
"Hmph.. Joy is not just any girl. Her father owns half the city." Jackson said from behind us.
Lenora and Ralph were in the first row, Gwen and I in the middle, and Jackson with Joy was behind us. I looked at our host.
"This is so cool. Thank you for having me."
The girl's eyes widened a little, and her cheeks turned red. I had no idea she was such a shy girl. But then again, I had noticed boys in the academy acting highly sophisticated, restrained in any loud emotion, not looking at others even if they wanted to, just stealing glances. Gwen's excitement about having a conversation might also be influenced by my outgoing behavior.
It wasn't that I was acting different. I just didn't know how to live like a girl after being a guy all my life. Watching movies was cool! Even more so if one had such a fire setup.
The movie was a love story. A girl and her guy best friend; they date other people, complain; side characters make them realize who they truly love; and the last cringe af running-to-the-airport scene. I felt like throwing up. The only good thing about the movie was the female side characters.
The way they dressed in tight clothes and their sense of humor were more to my taste.
Midway through the movie, Gwen nervously asked to hold my hand; her expressions were quite cute. I didn't want to start an exclusive relationship on the first day of my school life, but holding hands was not that big a deal. As long as we were not exclusive, I didn't care much.
We drove to a restaurant afterward.
"It's so good. Makes me emotional every time." Ralph said.
"I love that last scene so much," Jackson added.
"Leif and Meliora's chemistry is something else. Leif's acting is beautiful." Gwen said.
"What about you, Ben? Did you like the movie?" Joy asked.
I was too engrossed in eating steak; my cheeks were full. Their conversations felt too foreign to me. How could anyone like such a slop movie? The writing was the most lazy thing in the world. All eyes were on me. I didn't want to offend them, but I wouldn't guard my tongue just to please others either.
"It was fine." I replied, "Too boring for my taste. Other than the female lead and her friend's humor, everything else was easily forgettable."
Stunned silence. They blinked at me as if they could not trust their own eyes and ears. I decided to ignore them and focused on my free food.
The bank account on my phone showed an available balance of 13500 ZSM last night. Coffee in a vending machine cost 200 in their currency. In short, I was broke! Food like this was a luxury!
"Hmph.. The movie won numerous awards last year. I guess your taste is too common to enjoy such a masterpiece." Jackson huffed.
"Jackson!" Two voices spoke at once. Joy and Gwen.
Then they all stared back at me, hesitatingly. Between bites, I replied, "Maybe," then continued eating. I would not let a stupid movie argument ruin my meal.
After that, everyone ate awkwardly. They talked about this and that, but I barely participated. Afterward, we walked together to the parking lot.
"Thanks again, it was fun." I smiled and said to Gwen and Joy.
They returned the smile as well.
"I am glad you enjoyed it," Gwen replied.
"Yes, it was fun having you," Joy said.
"Fun...?" Jackson laughed; Ralph chuckled as well. When everyone stared at Jackson, not finding the joke funny, he added, "Come on. Be honest. It was annoying with him here. He is not like us."
"Jackson!" Gwen said loudly.
"You are going too far," Joy stood with her friend.
Even Lenora added, "Guys, that's mean."
"Haha," I laughed, "Not fake enough?"
The girls' faces became ashen. Jackson almost started shaking in anger.
"How dare you!? You little cheap whore! Do you even know who I am?" Jackson shouted.
"A little bitch jumping on mommy's money?" My smug smile made him scream like a maniac.
"You are done! You will pay for this! Leave! Leave us right now! Anyone giving him a ride home will leave this group immediately!" The insane guy kept shouting.
Gwen was about to step forward when I held her shoulder to stop her.
"Let it go, he's right. I am not one of you. I can get home on my own."
With that, I started walking away. With hands behind my head, whistling freely. Jackson called me names behind my back, but I ignored the guy. My desire was to punch the guy in the face, but that would only escalate the situation. I was already broke, didn't want more trouble in the academy.
I used a ride app to get a car and got home around 9.40 PM. The motherfucker took 660 ZSM. Whatever this currency was, it was clear I didn't have enough. Maybe instead of going out with morons I should look for a place to do part-time work.
I wanted to get a sugar-mommy, but a little stable income could help me plan my daily life better.
When I opened the door to my room, I found a folded paper inside. Someone must have slipped it in under the door.
I closed the door and read the letter.
[You saw everything, right? That was nothing. I have videos of even messier acts of theirs. If you are interested, I can show you tonight. Send word if interested. — The Fellow Watcher.]
Was it Sadie? It must be. She was quite a pervert if she liked recording such things. It probably wasn't a good idea, but I was pent up. Indeed, I was interested in hardcore lesbian pussy eating videos. What more messed-up things could there be?