Chapter 4: Diana Andino

As classes dragged on I began to notice disturbances not just inside the classroom but outside in the hallways as well. Girls would line up outside the windows peeking in on the classes, all of them collectively burying me in their gazes.

Whenever I would leave one of my classes I would hear their murmurs. "Is that him?" "of course it is! Just look at him" "I wanna eat him up" "I wonder how much he would charge for a night, I heard he's poor" "he isn't a prostitute! He's my future husband!!" "as if, ill be claiming him, you minx".

I heard them all perfectly clearly, whether that was their intention or one of my abilities revealing itself to be superhuman hearing, I had no idea, and wasn't planning on staying long enough to find out.

It's not that I didn't like the attention, which high school kids, especially prepubescent boys, didn't dream of being the most handsome guy at their school. But this was all happening so fast, and it still hurt to realize how much my appearance matters, I was invisible before, and the next thing I know after this makeover every girl in school is gushing over me, to say it was unnerving would be an understatement.

As the day dragged on I started to also notice the girls following me from class to class, the crowd only growing bigger. At that point, it dawned on me the possibilities, what if they learned my schedule?

Would I ever have a moment of peace? I decided while in Finance that going to my next class, self-defence, I would move in a strange roundabout route across the giant campus at my top speed, to hopefully lose their tracks and deter them from following me, if only for a moment's rest.

When Mr. Banks dismissed the students, I began to make my way out of the class, purposefully letting several students go ahead of me to act as body shields, as I moved as obscurely as possible behind a trio of three boys, a few of the crowd of girls saw me and called out "Milo!".

With my cover blown I made my dash, bursting through the only small opening between the girls I began to run at a full sprint, as I gave one last glance towards the crowd racing after me due to my sudden departure while calling my name all my momentum suddenly came to a halt as I crashed into something, or someone incredibly soft.

However, instead of knocking them over with my Olympic sprints momentum, I flew back, almost comedically bouncing off the airbags standing at attention.

Roughly landing on my behind and groaning in pain I looked up to see a woman of nightmares standing above me, glaring down with a furious expression.

Diana Andino, my self-defence teacher, as well as one of the other goddesses at our school. Her absurd bust and childbearing hips combined with her toned body and always-on-display abs create a contrast that a large amount of the male student body seems to worship.

As she glanced down at me, her originally angry face seems to slowly meld, from upset to surprised to joy and finally, a mischievous expression seems to take up her beautiful greek features.

"With you running around campus like that your lucky I'm the one who caught you, otherwise your punishment could've been far more severe."

"hey leave him alone! your the one who knocked him over!" "Yeah even if your scary, you can't bully my hubby like that!" "hey who said he was your hubby!!"

"I see you had good reason to run though, scurry along little girls, it's time you get back to class, or do I need to escort you all myself"

At first, I was touched by my entourage's defence. They had stood up for me even though it was obviously my fault. But seeing their bravery evaporate in the face of Ms. Andino's threats, my originally warmed heart shattered.

After they scurried off Ms. Andino looked at me with a beastly grin and began questioning me.

"What's your name?"

"Milo" my newfound confidence astounded me once again, I had only ever spoken with my teacher maybe once or twice, but due to her intimidating height and angry glare I would always unbearably stutter, however, it seemed to have disappeared.

"Your full name would be appreciated, I don't believe we've met before, I would have remembered a pretty thing like you"

To be called a pretty thing seemed to hurt my pride, especially with my new manly-looking body, I was once again tempted to release my scent, however logic and fear won over temptation yet again.

"Milos Lussuria Ms. Andino"

"Hmmm, aren't you already in one of my self-defence courses, isn't it in fact my next class? No, wait! I recognize you, except wow, you've uh, changed, a lot"

"Thanks?" I didn't know what to say to her slow realization, part of me was tempted to give her the same baby-fat excuse I had given to my classmates, but for some reason, I seemed to have no desire to explain anything to her.

"well Ummm, ill let you off with a warning this once, but next time you run in the halls I'll punish you thoroughly, now ill see you in class, don't be late!"

Her eyes seemed to glint when she mentioned punishment, but maybe my eyes were just playing tricks on me, though I doubted that with my seemingly new and improved superhuman vision.

Beginning to head to class, grateful for the solace, I realized that Ms. Andino went in the opposite direction of her self-defence class. Though curious about the reason with class beginning in only a few minutes I concluded that she likely had to go to her office or maybe the bathroom. Though at the moment I didn't remember that there was a bathroom directly beside her class, and her office was in the classroom itself. In fact, currently, she was in a completely different building from where her next class with me was located.

Forgetting about the oddity though I made my way to class a few minutes early and found a corner in the back of the room to lie down in since it was all a giant gymnasium with gymnastics mats covering every inch of the place, meaning no desks and no chairs.