A Bet with Slutty Evil Being!-Chapter 3 3: Alex

?"Just another shitty day, even more so today than others." Grumbled a voice that lay bed. A voice that hid under the covers as if the sunlight from its window would cook him.

Soon the voice threw away the covers in order to get ready for the day. The full figure of the voice was revealed to the light.

The figure observed himself from a full length mirror of his bathroom. Six foot height, slender though strong limbs, silky brown hair that took a red tint, and deep hazel eyes all prominent features of his body indeed.

Though one protrusion stood out in particular, one that would loved and admired by women. It was his penis, though the the man never bothered or cared to measure it, it was easily far from average, thicker too.

The man went through his morning routine, spurned by that fact that today was a day on which one should usually rejoice.

His birthday, his eighteenth in fact. It was not that he despised the holiday itself, but what he had to endure during it.

Absolutely nothing, The man never received any gifts for his birthday since a young age, since his mother died, and father depressed.

The man's father soon committed suicide a year later leaving a unusually large fortune for his son as his final birthday present.

Relatives didn't know what to think of the family, religious ones thought they were cursed and avoided them, naive ones thought they were gang members and avoided them, normal ones just didn't want to bother with the family now that everything the parents had to offer was left to their son.

And so the son lived in his parents home all by himself, visited only by government issued workers.

Now that at least he was eighteen, he was free of those annoying adults. How he was allowed to stay in the home by himself for as long as he did under the legal age limit must of been an arrangement by his father, the man thought.

The man was now completely dressed and showered as he thought of his past. Today he felt unusually energized, as is he had no limit to his stamina, but he didn't bother to test himself.

"Just another boring day of school, God I hate that place and the people in it." His school could be quite possibly the worst school in the USA.

While he lived in the suburbs, he went to school in a despicable part of the urban city. As the school was part of the almost lawless city, it was prone to gang interference.

And so drugs were frequently sold in sold, prostitution not uncommon either, and if students didn't bribe certain threatening members of illustrious gangs, they would swiftly be beaten.

The man somehow avoided that, students didn't really bother with him at this school, the man was quite the loner. Not that he wanted to be friends with even a tenth of the school.

He was avoided for one thing, he knew how to fight back. Fist and knives seemed unusually slow when coming his way and he could easily avoid them and retaliate.

Guns were mainly used as a threatening tool and most of the time, were never even loading.

But that was school, and after it, he was going to treat himself to an expensive dinner, a delicious one.

It was his birthday after all, something decent should happen on such a day.

Before he left, the man watched the morning news alongside his breakfast on a rather reasonably priced television set, despite the amount of money he could have splurged with.

What was on the morning news that day? It was said that workers were finally clearing the rest of the rubble away from the area that was the Seattle Space Needle.

Another story after the initial report was about a group of terrorists that were claiming responsibility for the explosion of the Space Needle.

The problem was, four other terrorist groups were also claiming responsibility. The death toll was still hazy, as not all the rubble had been cleared away yet.

The man had visited that building once, it was his favorite of all skyscrapers when he was a kid.

That day at school, was without any good or bad events. Only a single test darkened his day.

While the man may ignore homework and projects, he always seemed to know the answer to every question on tests and answered them swiftly so that he could be done with the test and back to sleep in class.

As he answered the final question, he moved his pencil back to the top of the test and wrote in his name.

Alex ate lunch like always, at a separate table away from social groups. His table was populated with four other such loners as he.

While they didn't converse much at all, they at least felt more comfortable talking with each other than the rest of school.

One boy could definitely be the poster boy for drug addiction, and was always off in his own little world at the lunch table.

Another boy was your all around geek, comic books, action figures, and obsessive addiction to anything superhero-ish.

The third boy was just plain disgusting, while he smelled funny and didn't have manners at all, he was polite to everyone at the table.

The last member of the table was a girl, probably the most mysterious of them all, and exceptionally beautiful, but at the same time, unapproachable.

She had black hair with streaks of blue and pink around various places of her hair.

Glasses adorned her face, covering her almost black eyes. All in all, she was extremely intriguing. Her breasts could be easily around triple D, her inviting ass was just alluring, her lips...

Wait, what the hell? Alex certainly never noticed those things about her before and never cared to notice them.

Now that he thought about it, he had been looking and various girls and women like he just did all day.

That was nothing like the day before or any day for that matter.

Alex shrugged it off and finished off his lunch, the entire group electing to not talk that lunch, after lunch however...

The girl who sat at his table spoke to Alex. She was the least talkative of the group, none of them even knew her name. 𝗳𝔯𝙚e𝒘e𝚋𝘯𝚘ν𝙚l.𝑐o𝙢

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