Everyone, who are all shocked

Arthur gulped, keeping his head down as he moved through the school. He could feel everyone gaze bore into him like lasers, watching his every move. He could almost hear the thought echoing through everyone's head, so loudly they wall might as well have been yelling it.

How the hell did this nobody bag one of the most desireable chicks in high school history?

Dimly, Arthur felt he should make the most of this moment, strut in with his head held high and soak in the attention like a movie star- this was his ticket out of being a nobody to becoming relevant!

But he couldn't. It just didn't... feel right?

Arthur practically stumbled in his locker, greatful for some semblance of privacy despite knowing everyone was stil staring at him.

"Dude!" Arthur jumped as heard an excited voice next to him, and he looked to see the excited face of his best friend of forever, Marcus, staring at him wide-eyed.

"Is it true! You kissed Allison Jennings?" He asked, bouncing with excitement. Arthur blushed,

"Well... yes. We're dating now." Arthur muttered, wincing as he heard Marcus let out a shriek of pure joy- or excitement- or terror?

"DUDE! OHMYGOODNESS!" He squealed, bouncing around excitedly.

"Hush! Please, some nonchalance!" Arthur hissed back, and Marcus calmed down, now only a seventy percent chance of him exploding from joy, down from a previous ninety.

"I have to run to Home Ec. but you need to tell me EVERYTHING later!" He gasped. Arthur smirked and nodded as Jack ran off, muttering happily to himself.

Arthur picked up his bag and was about to go before seeing Sheyla walk past.

"Heya, Shae!" Arthur exclaimed, waving eagerly.

"Oh, hey Art." Sheyla mumbled, before pacewalking past him. Arthur frowned, looking back at her. Sheyla was a futa who had moved into the city two years ago, and for whatever reason decided to become friends with Arthur. They became close extremely fast, and soon became inseparable. The only thing that marred their frienship was constant reports of them dating, or one liking the other.

In all fairness, Sheyla was an incredible futa, 6' tall, on the varsity football team and was a bombshell by all means... but Arthur never really felt about her that way, and knew she didn't either, despite what many people said. Maybe she was just acting weird today because of something that happened at home? Sometimes, Sheyla could be bipolar like that.

"Told you so." He heard a sassy voice fro behind him mutter. Arthur turned around and saw Katherine, or Kathy as she went by. Kat (a nickname only her closest friends knew her by) was the third in Arthur's core friend group, along with Jack. They had been friends since what felt like the dawn of time, but Arthur's relationship with Kathy was... complicated.

Arthur had crushed on her countless times throughout the years, to the point where he realized he had never not crushed on her, but instead went through varying phases ranging from pure obsession to an admiration from afar. But he knew he was one of Kathy's many admirers. Kathy was a male magnet, for the reason that she was one of few non-futa girls. She stood at 5'2, with platinum blonde hair, cherry lips and incredible assets.

"What d'you mean?" Arthur asked, frowning.

"She was never with you to be friends, Artie." Kathy muttered. Arthur let out an exasperated sigh. Out of all those people who endangered Arthur and Sheyla's friendship by repeatedly shipping them, Kat was unfortunately the worst. From the start she seemed to have some strange vendetta against Sheyla, unabashedly calling her a slut and a whore for Arthur to her face.

It got to a point where Arthur and Kathy stopped talking because of this behaviour. Kathy eventually came to her senses and apologized, but maintained her sour opinion of Sheyla privately to Arthur and Jack, much to Arthur's chagrin.

"Oh, shut the fuck up. I'm not starting my morning like this." Arthur grumbled, slamming his locker shut.

"No. You started it by frenching Allison Jennings." Kathy answered, raising her eyebrow in the smart but oh, so sexy way that had Arthur wrapped around her finger for nigh on a decade...

But no more.

"Well, yeah. That is what boyfriends and girlfriend do." Arthur muttered. He inwardly flinched at his crude speech, but wanted Kat to feel some pain, because she was quite frankly irritating him.

Kat, to her credit, seemed unfazed.

"How'd that happen?" She asked, mildly curious.

"What's it to you?" Arthur shot back angrily.

"Well, geez, sorry for wondering how my incel friend pulled one of the hottest futagirls in existence!" Kathy bit back, apparently having had enough of Arthur's angry antics before sauntering off. Arthur watched his friend walk off, her ass swinging enticingly beneath her miniskirt. He swore to himself... he messed up. Whatever, he'd make things good during lunch.

Arthur collected his things and prepared to go to class. Along with way, students were slowly starting to realize he was a mere mortal, just like them. Many boys had walked over to clap him on the back, or high-five him.

"Well, well, well." A menacing voice from behind him suddenly growled. Arthur spun around and whimpered at the sight.

Danyelle, Kirsty and Alejandra. Usually seen with Alice, and were the de facto terrorists to the school. They'd been tormenting Arthur since he joined, usually with Alice in tow. Despite their ugly hearts, they were undeniably all beauties. Like her older sister Daphne, Danyelle was a beautiful black girl. Kirsty was Danyelle's girlfriend. She wasn't a futa but was mean enough to be one. Alejandra was one of the most desireably futas in school, a bodacious latina who had been the subject of every guy's late night fantasies at least once.

"Danyelle. Kirsty. Alejandra. So nice to see you again." Arthur **** out, a small burst of confidence going through as he realized just two nights ago he'd seen Danyelle's older sister on the floor, buck naked and moaning with pleasure.

"A little birdy told me the runt has a girlfriend..." Kirsty hissed. That was there nickname for him- the 'Runt' because they believed it was a personal affront to the existences of Alice and Lenna that Arthur was their blood.

"And what's more is... it's Alison Jennings." Alejandra added. Arthur became acutely aware of how close they were getting, the trio steping forward steadily until he was sandwiched from all sides between their bodies and the lockers. Kirsty pressed into his right side, her boobs squishing against Arthur's arm while Alejandra rubbed against his left. Danyelle cam from the front, pinning him against the wall. Arthur could feel the outline of their taut abs from football, and Danyelle's and Alejandra's soft cocks rubbing against me.

"Uh... personal space, much?" Arthur eked out. Danyelle scoffed, pressing him deeper into the wall.

"Think you're funny? You really think you can date Allison Jennings?" She hissed, like it was a personal offence the runt was dating one of their idols.

"Well... yeah." Arthur answered back. He flinched as Danyelle spit at him, her saliva running down his cheek.

"Let him go, girls." A voice called out. The trio backed up confused, and Arthur looked to see the identity of his rescuer was none other than Alice!

"B-but..." Kirsty began, before being silenced with a wave of Alice's hand.

"Not worth it. Come on." Alice grunted. The trio looked at each other in confusion. Alice was normally the first to bully Arthur so they were undoubtedly wondering what was with the sudden change of heart.

"Uh... whatever you say, Alice." Kirsty muttered, shocked into submission. Alejandra followed, until only Danyelle was left, looking at Arthur hatefully.

"Don't think you're safe just yet, runt!" She hissed angrily before sauntering off. Arthur smiled to himself, knowing he was now protected. Onto his first class!