2026-04-11 15:42:37The second-floor corridor of Liberty High felt like a personal catwalk that afternoon. Every heavy, confident step Raditya took in his boots sent ripples through the crowded hallway. He didn't need to keep his head down or pretend to be deeply engrossed in his phone to avoid getting shoved anymore. Instead, he had become the school's new center of gravity.
"Oh my god, is that really Raditya?! No way!" whispered a sophomore girl, nearly walking face-first into a bank of lockers because she was too busy staring at his razor-sharp jawline.
"He's ridiculously hot. I swear, I’d gladly stick a fork in a toaster right now if it meant I'd wake up looking like that," her friend replied, not even blinking.
Raditya kept his expression perfectly neutral, but inside, his skull felt like it was going to crack open. His physical transformation was a miracle, but his "psychic hearing" was a bottomless pit of hell. The mental signals from across the corridor battered him without mercy.
Damn, his ass looks amazing in those jeans. I just wanna squeeze it... I saw him yesterday and he looked like a total dweeb, what the hell happened? Did the lightning make it bigger, too? Ugh, my brain is so dirty!
Raditya let out a heavy sigh. Just as he was looking for a quiet stairwell to escape down, three distinct, overpowering clouds of expensive perfume—a suffocating mix of Chanel, Vanilla Bloom, and Oud—blocked his path. Jessica, Tanya, and Maya. The unholy trinity of the school’s social hierarchy. The same girls who, just twenty-four hours ago, treated Raditya like a stain on the linoleum.
"Hey there, Raditya. Why the rush?" Jessica purred. Her manicured fingers, painted blood-red, reached out and deliberately stroked his bicep, which was currently straining against his tight t-shirt.
"Yeah, we've been looking all over for you," Maya chimed in, intentionally arching her back to thrust her chest forward. She had purposefully unbuttoned her blouse one button lower than the dress code allowed. "We just wanted to see how you were doing after things got so... heated on the field yesterday."
Raditya froze. Jessica's physical touch acted as a high-speed transmission antenna. Instantly, the walls of his consciousness collapsed, and he was violently sucked into the dark, calculating vortex of Jessica's mind.
Inside Jessica's head, there was absolutely zero sympathy or genuine attraction. It was nothing but cold, transactional math: I need to get a selfie with him right now. If I post this on TikTok and I***a, my engagement is going to skyrocket. 'The Mystery Hot Guy of Liberty High'. I could definitely score more skincare sponsorships if I start posting couple-content with a guy who looks like a literal runway model. He just needs a little styling, and I’ll be the one holding the leash.
Raditya almost gagged on the sheer, sociopathic fakeness of it. But the psychic assault wasn't over. Tanya, who had been standing quietly biting her lower lip, suddenly broadcasted a signal that was infinitely more feral.
Tanya's hormones, completely redlining at the sight of Raditya's new physique, triggered a massive, explicit visual projection directly into his brain. He couldn't dodge it; it materialized like a 4K adult film forcefully projected over his retinas.
In Raditya's mental vision, the crowded hallway dissolved. He saw himself—or rather, the dominant, aggressive beast Tanya wanted him to be—shoving her into the spacious handicap stall of the girls' restroom. In the hallucination, Tanya was acting completely unhinged. She had already ripped open her own shirt, exposing a maroon lace bra that barely contained her.
Raditya watched his own large, veiny hands grab her by the hair, forcing her to look at their reflection in the mirror above the sink. He saw himself grab her hips roughly, leaving red marks on her skin.
"R-right here, Rad... do it here," Tanya whimpered in the phantom projection.
The scene escalated with whiplash speed. Raditya watched himself lift Tanya's bare legs, pinning her against the cold tile wall. He heard the heavy, ragged breathing, felt the slick sweat gluing their bodies together, and listened to Tanya's wild, echoing moans as he thrust into her with a brutal, unyielding rhythm. The phantom heat radiated from the hallucination straight to his actual groin in the hallway. He watched Tanya's face contort in a mix of painful pleasure as he sank his teeth into her shoulder, the climax detonating like a bomb in his mental circuitry.
"Ugh—" Raditya gasped, jerking his arm away from Jessica’s touch as if he’d just been burned with a branding iron. His chest heaved, and cold sweat beaded on his temples.
"Raditya? Are you okay? Your face is super red," Tanya said, her physical voice dripping with fake, sweet concern. Meanwhile, her internal monologue was doing backflips: Look at his reaction! He's totally getting worked up just being this close to me. Come on, Rad... ask me to ditch fifth period so we can hit up that cheap motel by the interstate.
Maya wasn't about to be left out. She stepped closer, leaning in to whisper something in his ear, but her spoken words were completely drowned out by her own deafening thoughts: These two bitches are taking too long. Raditya needs a girl who can handle that kind of horsepower. Look at the size of his hands... God, I want to know what those thick fingers feel like inside me.
Raditya stumbled back two steps, nearly knocking over a trash can. He stared at the three of them with a look of veiled disgust, battling the involuntary physical arousal that their unfiltered fantasies had sparked in his body. He felt like he was surrounded by gorgeous monsters whose heads were stuffed full of absolute rot.
"I... I have somewhere to be," Raditya rasped, his voice cracking.
"Where are you going? We were gonna invite you to hang out at that new cafe by the mall this afternoon. Just the four of us," Jessica said, blinking her long lashes, sending a very clear, very suggestive signal.
Their three minds fused into a deafening chorus inside his head:
Come with us, I'll let you feel whatever you want under the table... (Jessica) If you come, I'll make sure we accidentally 'get lost' in my apartment's parking garage... (Tanya) I don't care what these two do, you're going home with me tonight... (Maya)Raditya tasted pure bitterness. Just yesterday, he would have given anything for these popular girls to even acknowledge his existence. But now, seeing the grotesque reality beneath their flawless makeup, he realized the popularity they offered was nothing but a trap. They weren't interested in Raditya. They were interested in a shiny new object that could satisfy their egos and their libidos.
"Sorry. I can't," Raditya forced a smile that looked more like a grimace.
"Why not? Are you acting all stuck-up now just because you got hot?" Tanya asked, visibly offended, her lip pouting out.
"No. I just remembered I have an appointment this afternoon..." Raditya scrambled for the most absurd, bulletproof excuse he could think of. "...I have to take my neighbor's cat to an animal psychologist. It's severely depressed because it just got neutered."
Silence.
Jessica, Tanya, and Maya stared at him with expressions of profound, utter confusion. For a split second, their minds went totally blank before being flooded with disbelief.
What? A cat psychologist? Did he really just reject me for a cat?! Jessica’s mind screamed in fury. Wow. What a psycho. I guess being that hot means your brain is totally fried, Maya thought, her bruised ego throbbing.
Without waiting for their verbal responses, Raditya turned on his heel and speed-walked away, leaving the trio frozen in the middle of the hallway. He didn't look back, even though he could feel the dark cloud of their confusion, anger, and mental insults trailing him.
He ducked into the less crowded stairwell to shake them off. As he walked past the scattering of other students, a profound sense of isolation began to settle heavily in his chest.
This whole world is completely fake, Raditya thought bitterly.
He stared at his own clean, powerful hands. Before, he was ostracized because he was "ugly." Now, he was being hunted because he was "perfect." But in both scenarios, absolutely no one cared about who he actually was. Nobody asked what it felt like to almost die in a lightning storm. Nobody cared what he liked or what he was afraid of.
They were all just broken radios, blasting signals of greed, crude sexual desire, and a desperate thirst for social validation.
In the midst of his dark spiral, his eyes accidentally locked onto a figure sitting in the corner of the ground-floor corridor. Bianca. The mysterious girl he had only ever seen in passing. Bianca was sitting by herself, her back to the crowd, staring out the window with an open book resting on her lap.
Raditya tried to do what had become his new default instinct—he scanned Bianca’s mind.
He honed his radar. Ten feet... five feet... three feet...
Zzzztt...
Silence.
Raditya frowned. It wasn't the usual static buzz. It was a total, absolute void that he hadn't encountered since waking up in the nurse's office. No thoughts about homework, no thoughts about lunch, no disgusting sexual fantasies, and no hatred. Bianca’s mind felt like a peaceful vacuum chamber, or maybe an impenetrable steel shield that his radar simply couldn't pierce.
He slowed his pace as he walked past her. For a split second, she turned her head. Her deep, clear eyes met his. A strange chill ran down Raditya's spine—a sensation of "emptiness" that, for some reason, felt infinitely more comforting than a million mental compliments from Jessica and her clique.
Bianca just looked at him briefly—no exaggerated awe, no shock—and then calmly turned back to the window.
But inside his head, Raditya caught a single, razor-thin thread of a voice. It was impossibly clear, echoing softly before the distance between them grew too large:
It's loud, isn't it? Your world.
Raditya stopped dead in his tracks. He whipped his head around, but Bianca hadn't moved an inch. He clutched his chest, his heart hammering against his ribs. How was that possible? Did she just communicate with him? Did she know what he was going through?
The power he had just been cursing for exposing the fake world around him had suddenly dropped him into a much deeper mystery. Bianca wasn't just physically quiet; she was mentally "silent." An absolute anomaly in the middle of the raging psychiatric ward that was Liberty High.
The popularity he had gained today suddenly felt utterly worthless compared to the mystery of that one sentence from the girl in the corner. Raditya smiled, and this time, it was a genuine smile fueled by healthy, burning curiosity.
"Maybe," Raditya whispered to himself, "surviving this school is gonna be way more interesting than just being a sex object in the minds of popular girls."
He started walking toward his next class, completely ignoring the stares of everyone else. For the first time today, he had a real goal: to find true silence in the middle of a million leaking radios. And the key to that silence was sitting right there with Bianca.
The world might be loud, filthy, and devious. But today Raditya learned that there is always one quiet corner, if you're patient enough to look for it.
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