Women are really difficult to comprehend, aren't they? There are moments when it seems like you need a damn college degree to fully comprehend them. Even though both sides are equally human beings, we all feel as if we're of a different species.

  I used to have a mutual understanding with a girl named Lianne Corpuz when I was on the eighth grade, in other terms talking stage. Whenever we were talking it felt like I had a sister that was never born, but I was still annoyed at her for dumping me for no reason.

  As to how I ended up in the situation, a boy named Paulo asked me if I had a crush during that time and for no absolute reason whatsoever I mentioned her name since we were dance partners. To be honest she got the looks, her thin hair and round eyes seemed to do the cut for me.

  We'd talk for months until I finally told her that we should only be friends, and without surprise she agreed. Our relationship was more of a sibling banter than of a romantic relationship, plus I only seemed to like tomboys to be honest and she didn't even look the part.

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  The first day of classes, every student's nightmare and every teacher's hellhole. I mean, at least they're getting paid and we're getting paid thanks to our lovely parents giving us our lovely allowance. But as usual my parents were never lovely at the first place.

  While walking through the school, with my left hand placed on my pocket holding my phone to prevent it from falling from the holes on my pockets. I noticed some women gossiping on the distance as they we're looking at me.

  "Girl, is that Jean?"

  "Yeah girl, no way that's him that guy's too handsome to be Jean. Plus, doesn't Jean have a buzz cut?"

  They we're my old classmates before I swapped sections, I wonder what's with them today... am I looking extra handsome? Well, I bet I am. Plus, it's nearly impossible to escape school gossip it's like escaping the labyrinth without a pair of eyes it just comes natural like wood in the morning or I don't know, Sam Sulek using steroids?

  As I was strolling around cluelessly I stumbled upon Prince, a short man with a well defined nose I'd say he once claimed his nose was the only good part about his genetics and to be honest... I don't want to offend but... okay, I'll sugarcoat it a little it's not completely ass since he's wearing those glasses and has that well textured haircut.

  "Hey dude, what's good?" I approached Prince has he was busy playing his ball game on his phone, what's up with that game anyways... I see it on the ads multiple times and I tried it once and it ended up being too easy. I mean if it means passing the time I guess...

  For a moment, Prince slightly turned at me as we locked eyes for a few moments. He kept turning his eyes up and down as if there was something in my hair and after a while he jolted out to me as he was pulling my hair.

  "Dude, you're not a baldie anymore!" Prince shouted.

  Baldie is such an over exaggerated term, I just wanted to try out new hairstyles and be free from the buzzcut curse dude. I swear, I looked as round as ever with that same cut, it's good to try something new.

  "I didn't want to be shaped like an egg thank you."

  "And dude, mind if you stop pulling my hair?" I asked Prince, as I gripped tightly to his huge forearms as he slowly let's go of my hair.

  "Dude, you look like a professional DOTA player!"

  "And to top it off, you look like you don't shower it adds alot of the accuracy. " Prince laughed hysterically

  "Dude, even my shit smells better than you."

  "Even a beggar has better skin routine than you too, look at those acne scars, it feels like I'm staring at the fucking moon." I replied to Prince as I popped the white heads on his face.

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  "Ow ow ow! Too far man!" Prince shouted as he strikes my arm repeatedly and due to the pain, I let go.

  It's impressive how this "Dwarf" has the strength of Hercules heck, he even has the body of Zeus. I kinda envy his genetics now I guess, I've been going to the gym for five months and I still look like a twig...

  And oh boy... It's the first hour of school, and unspeakable bullshit was already happening... imagine the rest of the year dude, I'd rather die.

  "Hey, can you treat me to something?" Prince asked, he knows damn well I'm more broke than Manong Balbas on the street. I wonder where that guy went, oh well I guess he's tired of groping the same children everyday so he probably went to a new place.

  Although he was very cool with us though, selling us cards, spinning tops, pogs, lato-lato, and some jolens during our elementary days. Pretty nostalgic if you ask me but don't get me wrong I don't think pedophilia is cool, I guess it's fine unless we're not the ones getting molested.

  "If you want someone to join you on the way to the canteen just say it." I sighed.

  "So, your treat?" Prince smiled

  "In your wildest dreams." I intoned, walking to the canteen as he followed me like a slave following his master. He's probably hoping that he would get on my good side so I can buy him a drink or maybe some snacks, but in my code friendship doesn't exist when it comes to food.

  "You're gonna buy me something?" Prince asked as he pulled out his wallet

  "No."

  "Do I look like a wallet?" I replied to him as I leaned back at the glass container sealing the food.

  "Yeah whatevs."

  "Nay, pabili!" Prince called out to the old woman at the back, cooking some pancit canton.

  Ah yes, classic pancit canton. We're gonna die early because of these processed shit. After a few moments, one of the workers went to the counter to serve us. She was a little bit fat and looked younger than the other workers.

  "What are you buying?" The fat worker asked.

  "I'd take some clover chips and 5 peso gulaman." Prince replied. placing the 15 pesos on top of the long glass container.

  "And for you?" The fat woman asked me.

  "Blue lemonade please two five peso bottles." I replied placing 10 pesos on the glass container

  "Ho ho, abusing the cheat code I see." Prince grinned as he bit on the bag of chips in his hand prying it open with his mouth.

  "I'm pretty thirsty, plus it tastes better than your flavorless gulaman." I replied sipping onto my sweet drink whilst holding the other. This is better than the overpriced Gatorade at the local 7/11

  For a moment I looked at the clover chips Prince was munching on licking the cheese powder on his fingers, as I was sipping on my drink. To be honest, I think I'm craving for some chips.

  As I approached Prince, I placed my drink on top of the glass container before I tried to squeeze my hand in into the bag of chips. In a sudden, Prince swayed away the bag of chips away from my grasp.

  "Whoa there."

  "You weren't giving me shit earlier. " He grinned as he was mockingly licking on the cheese dust on his fingers like a madman.

  "Let's trade drinks then, just give me some chips dude." I replied to him as I grabbed the lemonade I placed onto the glass container.

  "Hm... Alright then." Prince smiled as he reached out to the blue lemonade on my hands

  Well... Maybe the trade isn't worth it, plus he might've scattered some of his dirty saliva inside the bag of chips considering he'd been licking onto his fingers for a while now.

  "Wait, on second thought never mind." I replied to Prince as I walked away to from the canteen heading back to the classroom

  While I was walking by, I notice a boy sitting at a bench with thin glasses, and long wavy hair, it's length reaching his neck, while wearing a a orange shit and blue jeans with a black sling bag strapped around him.

  Well that's something you don't see everyday, although I'd say he's lucky to have parents that would let him grow his hair to that extent. I kind of envy him, since my aunt would force my barber to shave it off completely for a "clean" look. I'd argue that his hair looks cleaner than the entirety of this school combined, and maybe my aunt could use some lessons but I'm afraid he'd have to cut that shit off cause of the hair policy.

  After staring at the boy for a while, I check my phone to look at the time to see that I still have 20 minutes to fuck around 'til the teacher comes by. Well, since there's nothing to do anyways I'm just gonna say hello to the guy and if I'm lucky enough I could be friends I guess.

  The guy sitting on the bench, turned to confused me as I began walking towards the bench. I sat beside him and gave him a smile as I reached out with my hand.

  "Sup..." I called out to the boy as he locked eyes with me with a nervous glance, as I slowly feel the atmosphere being awkward.

  Maybe this guy isn't that much of a talkative guy, social anxiety? I bet that is the case here.

  "Well, not so talkative I see-"

  "Hi!" The boy shouted in a high pitch tone, with a smile as he hesitantly shook my hand, feeling it shaking as it sparked a cold feeling while I was holding it. To be honest, she sounds more like a girl than of a boy.

  "I- I'm, uhh a transferee here." He lets go of my hand placing it in between his legs as his shoulders began to tense.

  "I can tell." I smiled trying to hold my laughter, it just seemed so funny the way he's acting so feminine.

  "So, what school did you transfer from?" I asked him curiously, slightly leaning forward from the bench.

  "I just moved from Cabanatuan..." He replied as his shoulders slowly began to relax for a moment.

  "Woah, that's very far. "

  "Why did you move here at San Jose." I leaned back a little , as I moved a ittle closer he started to tense up with his face slightly turning red.

  Is this dude gay? This is making me feel uncomfortable, well I guess I'll talk to him for a little bit just so he won't feel offended. To be honest, gay people disgust me.... just the thought of men kissing makes me want to die a slow painful death.

  "Uh, are you okay?" I asked him, slightly moving away towards him.

  "Y- Yeah, I just got a little bit... startled from what you did there." He softly chuckled...

  Okay this shit's getting weirder as I talk to this dude, I don't want to have a boyfriend I'm attracted to girls! I love women! Absolutely fucking love them!

  "Oh yeah, uhm... sure I'm sorry." I laughed nervously as a drop of sweat slides though my cheek. Any wrong move I'd probably get pegged by a 15 inch dildo!

  "So uh, you know there's a hair policy in this school right?" I asked the boy as he looked at me confused.

  "Wait, I thought that's only for boys?" He looked at me with a puzzled expression. What do you mean it's only for boys? Being transgender doesn't excuse you to the equality of this damn school...

  Unless... hold on, I'm so confused right now and my brain is a few thoughts away from shutting down. So you're telling me that?

  "What do you mean only for boys?" I asked her with a puzzled look onto my eyes as she slightly fixed her glasses whilst chuckling nervously.

  "Yeah... " She replied to me as I notice her trying to hold back her laughter.

  "You're shitting me?" I replied.

  In a moment she tightens her orange shirt with a nervous smile on her face as I was looking at her, unbeknownst to me, the next thing I saw was a pair of medium sized melons... or in humane terms, a pair of small tits.

  I inhaled deeply as I felt my face start to heat up, as I slowly stood up as she loosens her shirt smiling at me nervously waving goodbye as she walked to her room while the bell was ringing.

  Words cannot express how fucked or embarrassed I am, I might not even go to my room as I try to process those... 'things' that I saw. All I could say is just... what the fuck is with this school?