After his Saturday escapades with his schoolmate in pretense of a home study. The rest of his weekend had been less fun. Getting up the next day after had proven to be the hardest chore in his entire life. I mean, who wouldn't be after cumming more than a year's cum in one day.

Surprisingly, Sophia texted him the next morning. A thanks and a red bubbling heart emoji after that. Who knew a blackmail by a boy she termed a jerk would be the most wondrous event in her life. Sucking dick, getting creampie and her boobs sucked till they were plump red. Remembering what had happened the previous day would worsen his morning glory situation. He decided not to reply to her text and left it on read.

While he later went down to grab coffee and even into the kitchen to prepare a set of toast bread. There was no sign of his sister in or anywhere around the house. Usually she would be having a swim in the pool by this time but she seemed to have heard enough of what happened the previous day and was keen on avoiding him.

With a few sets of reps and workout, he spent the rest of the day wasting his stimulating thoughts on gaming.

…

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Finally the long awaited electronic chims reached his ears. It was finally Monday and back in Elite Metropolitan High.

Sure enough, after his encounter with Cinthya, his little cover had been blown off.

'Totally.'

It hadn't even been more than five seconds since he began walking through the hallway yet numerous fingers from several corners already pointed at him. Exchanging whispers which were especially clear and loud enough for him to hear.

"It's him."

"You mean that guy?"

"Yes."

"This is a joke."

"I swore to stop swearing but shit! Look at that fucking loser. Who the fuck is he."

"To think he even rejected her twice is even crazier."

"Oh you think that's crazier?"

"You know Brooks right?"

"Of course why wouldn't I know him,or do you think I'm dumb?"

"Hehehe, Brooks butted in after his refusal saying fucking her was same as fucking *"&$." Hushing the last part, the voice later went on to say… "But the arrogant bastard didn't even glance or care give him a look of acknowledgement. He went on to walk past him."

'Uh?'

Just as he had been listening, he almost couldn't hold back coming to halt to glance at the two discussing him by the side.

Suddenly he remembered the intimidating voice that gave a brutal and mocking comment at the other twin sister.

'Fuck' he muttered briefly in his head, realizing he had drawn himself as a target.

'My dream is to fuck and not make enemies. Damn it.'

'Well, lucky for me the school doesn't permit brazen violence.'

'Even with my stats stacked up altogether. I don't think I'll be able to take him down.'

'A committed workout enthusiast versus a trained young MMA fighter.' Max didn't want to imagine.

Very quickly he passed through the now hall of fame and got to his class.

And just when he was about to let out a relieved breath. He could sense several gazes instantly focused on him.

Among them, he was able to spot Arthur with a little plaster beneath his chin. Though the latter quickly averted his gaze.

On another seat that had been empty during the previous week was a boy with plaster to the left side of his eyes.

'Unlucky fellow.' There was no doubt he was the one Kats used to set up her break-up last week.

And there was the class president.

Well, nothing special could be said about Class 5 apart from him.

The girls in here never for once complemented his taste. So he just gave all of them a casual glance and went to sit.

Not long after their first week session would begin.

(I know, very short)