Beauty's Virgin

Pretty Boy

"Just face it, you're pretty much one at this point ", my sister yells at me while the comb runs it's teeth through her thin hair. "I mean, have you ever wondered why girls always smile whenever they talk to you. No way it's from good conversation alone" she continues on.

"Haha, and don't take this the wrong way. But I can see it too. Just don't start thinking in some other world you and I. No!

You could never have all of this even in your wildest dreams.

Anyways bro, the answer to your situation is simply because you're a pretty boy, so deal with it".

Hazel soon finishes combing her hair, and walks out of my room after using my mirror. With a chuckle in her voice she turns back to say, "maybe you could join The PBC".

In a confused voice I ask her, "what the heck is The PBC".

Hazel turns around and says, "the Pretty Boy Club dummy". She leaves the room for me to ponder away.

"There's a Pretty Boy Club", I ask myself. "And how does she even know about.? Seriously, Hazel knows more than she should", I continue on in my head.

I think to myself about how I hate Hazel's opinions. But what I hate the most, is the way she jumps into my room to do her hair. I really could have had any other sister in the world, but I had to be Hazel's little brother. And for an older sister she's barely there, unless of course if it's for drama. And don't get me started on how it usually goes when asking her for advice.

Because what I really get is sarcastic responses, and silly gossip.

But hey, you can't pick your family unfortunately. I honestly do love my sister, but it's a strange kind of sibling love relationship.

So I'm forced to put up with her and her ways. But you know what I'll never put up with? How she just barges into my room unannounced.

The next day...

Any conversation scares me almost all the time. The choice of words, how to say them, the tone and how high or low should be the volume of my voice.

"When they're laughing, is it because of what I said? Or maybe how I said it, or are they just laughing at me", I constantly ask myself.

As an awkward teen sometimes, I find it really hard too go through this high school life. It never seems to get any easier.

Why is that though?

As for today, it was so hard to focus in any of my lessons with Hazel's statement still ringing fresh in my head. You know when a girl stares at you, your confidence and focus goes out the window. And right now, I noticed five sets of eyes stuck on me. I was pretty much a whole body out the window by then.

I seem to be more afraid of the opposite s*x most of the time.

I never really noticed if any of the girls would be staring at me. Maybe it was because I believed there was nothing much for them to look at.

But after Hazel's statement, I was rethinking my entire situation.

"Am I really a Pretty Boy", I think to myself.

I tried my best to dot down notes, but every time I looked up someone's eyes pulled me away from the board.

The real salt in the wound was the fact I was the only guy in my classroom. It was really because all the local boys my age opted to go the big fancy all boys boarding school out of town.

And unfortunately for me, I couldn't join the squad because my parents couldn't avoid to put me in such a fancy school.

So not only am I the only boy in my class, but I also don't have much friends to hangout with. Hence the hanging out by myself at the orchard tree after school.

I don't even consider the male teacher as a fellow brother, because this dude is pretty much the worst wingman.

He freaking makes me sit in a display position for the whole classroom to see.

I barely know the girls in my class, or I choose not to. But funny enough, they know a lot about me.

Now the idea of girls thinking you look pretty doesn't really make my schooling life any easier. High school is already hard enough as it is.

At the end of class, I usually walk out last so the girls can walk out first. I may lack self-confidence, but I'm still a gentleman.

But as the last girl walks out, she suddenly turns around to say, "you're a real gentleman Alex. And I don't think we thank you enough, so thank you" .

I awkwardly smile, and she smiles in a different manner. The girl soon leaves.

"That's the first time Jessie Roberts has ever said a single word to me", I think to myself. I head outside and notice a circle of the girls from my class chatting to each other.

"Did you even get what Mr Tim was trying to explain to us today", one of the girls asks the others. They all seem not to know a valid answer, and just stand there pondering. I walk past them, but I'm soon stopped by a voice. "Hey Alex! Did you understand the lesson today" , Jessie asked me. Lucky for all them I did.

I swallowed some spit and turned around to face them. "Yes I do", I exclaimed to them. Their eyes soon invited me to the circle. So I walked up to them, opened my notebook and started to explain today's lesson points.

As I noticed the smiles and interest on their faces, I thought to myself, "this feels nice".