I hate pretty girls.

Those girls born with attractive faces, beautiful eyes, cute nose, great smile. They are poisonous creatures that had been the ruin of many good men ever since the dawn of time.

They captivate you by simply looking at them, making you do stupid things that would cause you pain and regret.

Not only that but pretty girls are also master manipulators, capable of leading you for a long time before disposing you like gum after they get what they want from you.

But what's worse is that pretty girls can do those things to you without meaning to. Simply because that is the effect of their beauty to us lowly mortals.

You can't blame someone because of their genetics. That would be high unreasonable and unfair to them. They were simply born that way.

On my way to my first day of class in highschool, these thoughts ran in my head. The reason?

It's because of this pretty girl in front of me.

"Watch where you're going, punk."

The girl with the doll-like beauty spat those words like a Queen speaking to a peasant.

No, wait. Weren't you the one who bumped me in the first place though? You were too focused on your phone to look where you were walking.

Just as I was saying that in my mind, the pretty girl spoke again.

"What's with those creepy eyes? They're, like, so creepy."

Apparently, blaming me for her fault wasn't enough, she had to insult my genetics as well. My eye twitched I refrained from snapping at her.

"Really, stop staring, it's disgusting."

Hang in there, heart. Don't let her words break you. Take deep breathes.

"..."

"Whatever, I'm wasting my time."

The girl removed the pair of pink earphones hanging from her neck and placed them on her ears.

This is another reason why I hate pretty girls. Because of their looks, they seem to have taken it as their job to criticize those who did not share the same gifts as them.

They're unaware of the effect of their harsh words on other people.

What a bad way to start my day; to think that I was hoping that my first day in highschool would be different...

I wiped the light sweat that had appeared on my forehead in response to the hot weather and the equally hot words that pretty girl said. Since it's May, the hot sun blazed in the sky, making people stay in home rather than walk around.

That explains why no one aside from me was bumped by that girl.

I glared lightly at the retreating figure of the rude girl. Oh look at me, I'm a pretty girl, I can roll my eyes at you because society views me as attractive and you can't do anything about it. Heck I can even walk without paying attention in my surroundings, like right now. Yeah, us pretty girls can cross the street on red light. Bet you can't do that, loser.

I'll bet my cat that that rude girl is currently thinking that.

...

...

Huh wait... red lights!?

My head snapped up in alarm as my fears came to realization. That girl was walking in red light!

My voice left my throat only to overlap with the angry honking of an incoming car headed towards the girl with terrifying speed.

Even with her headphones, the girl raised her head and froze at the sight of large vehicle speeding her way. What are you doing you idiot? Move!

The events seem to go in slow motion as my body sprinted forwards, towards her frozen form and tackled her out of the way, making the two of us roll in the hard concrete as a rush of wind followed by the squeaking of wheels against the road resounded.

I got to my feet with a grunt and checked myself. Being the gentleman that I am, I used my body as a shield to protect the girl from the hard ground. Several scratches and light bruising, but overall fine. that's good...

Another reason why to hate pretty girls; they rouse my desire to protect them and make me do dangerous and irrational things...

I started to walk away from the scene, ignoring the calls from the concerned driver but not before grunting out;

"Watch where you're going idiot."

So, not even starting my first class and I've already saved a damsel in distress. Good job Hachiman.

Unfortunately, I'll forget about this event when another car bumps me on my way to school.

Now I hate girls who walk their dogs near the road and substandard dog collars.