I stood in front of my mirror, shirtless, my eyes scanning my well-sculpted body, eyeing each and every muscle fibre, and no, I'm not 'admiring' myself, I'm not an autosexual! I don't get turned on by looking at myself! It's just that this has to change!
Not my body, of course! Hell, I would probably kill before I give up this body; it's my mouth! The way I talk!
As a loser in my past life, I got a chance to talk to a zero amount of girls! Heck, they ran away from me as if I was Covid or something!
Anyways, since I talked with a zero amount of girls in my past life, and now I'm attending a high school with super hot girls, I have to learn to talk to them! Of course, I wouldn't have cared if I had the body of a slop, but look at me, not boasting but I probably am the best example of the body of a young Spartan; even Adonis would be jealous of my beauty! So no offence, but I would be the king of high school!
So I need to learn how to talk to girls! Like flirting with them and all. And considering that the plastics will be there, yeah, I need to learn a shit ton of things. But there are types,
The pretty guy
The fuckboy
The Jock
The macho guy
And lastly, the gentleman.
The pretty guy falls out of prettiness after a period of time. The fuckboy? Well, he's just that, a fuckboy. The jock? I'm not gonna talk about this. The macho guy? I'll stay silent. And lastly, the gentleman, liked by all ages and types, gives and commands respect; most importantly, is remembered and leaves a memorable impression.
And who's a better gentleman than none other than James fucking Bond! But the problem is… there are no fucking films of 007 in this world! Are you fucking kidding me?! How the fuck are people in this world so retarded?! Has no one thought of a flirty spy who takes on international spy missions?!
Oh well, I will make the movies in the future.
Now, I gotta use my skill, perfect memory.
I got back onto my bed, making myself comfortable and closing my eyes. My skill worked perfectly, starting to flash images where I was about to watch the first film. I put on a greasy t-shirt then, one I had worn for almost five days straight. It might not sound that bad, but I sweated like a pig then, so I was stinking. My hand was in a bowl of popcorn, my lips greased with butter while my black-circled eyes stared at the scene as the movie started.
Hehe, it's time to get those flirting skills!
....
A WEEK LATER
"Mom, is breakfast done? I'm hungry!" Alex groaned from above as he walked down the stairs, wearing a blue t-shirt, black shorts and messy hair. His posture had changed, his back just a little bit straighter and his chin a little higher. He dragged himself to the couch, lazily turning on the TV, while a reply came from the kitchen, "Breakfast's ready!"
Walking up to the kitchen, Alex saw his mom setting up the table, bacon and eggs with juice, a classic American breakfast. He eyed the food for a moment, his nose picking up the delicious smell while his eyes flashed as he remembered how he ate bacon and eggs in a past life, 'Heh, that's the only thing I ate!'
"Come, sit!" His mom beckoned.
Nodding, Alex grabbed a chair; he stared at the food for one more moment before grabbing a spoon and starting to eat, along with his mother, and the moment he took a bite, "Mhmm, as always, Mom, delicious!" he exclaimed, smiling at his mother who smiled back.
'It tastes different, the bacon.' He mumbled inwardly, 'The eggs too, the taste, tastier.' He then chuckled to himself, shaking his head slightly, 'I guess there is a difference between making food out of necessity and out of love.'
Soon, the room fell into a comfortable silence, with only the clatter of utensils echoing at the dining table. The pair soon finished eating, with Alex washing his mouth out with a glass of juice when his mother said, "So, are you excited for your first day?"
"I guess," Alex replied, shrugging his shoulders; he then turned to his mother, a smirk blooming on his face, "I'm more excited about meeting new girls and bringing home lots of girlfriends!"
His mother squinted her eyes at him, her grip around the glass tightening for a moment. She knew he was just messing with her to get a reaction, but what he didn't know was that two could play this game.
"Is that so? Then I should prepare myself not to get enough sleep when you hump one of your 'girlfriends' in your room, right? What will you do, I wonder? Will you press them against the wall, or make them crawl, or maybe get ki—"
"Alright, mom. Eww!! I'm your son! Your sweet, baby son! How can you say those things to me?!" Alex yelled, his cheeks slightly reddened in embarrassment; he didn't expect his mom to bite back. "Hmph! You came out of me, kiddo! You can't win against me!" His mother exclaimed, a cocky smirk on her lips.
"Alright, you win," Alex relented with a big sigh, "but no more gross imaginative stuff!" he said, glaring at her. To which she only widened her smirk and whispered, "No promises," before cackling in laughter.
Alex only shook his head, while his mother laughed for a few moments before she said, "Alright, go get ready. It's time for your school!"