Make sure you read part 1 first. It’s not so long! Find it here.

After turning into a hot guy, I wasn’t exactly being hit on left and right. Girls aren’t that straight forward. But for the most part, the looks of disgust vanished. I could actually have a conversation with a girl. I was never the type to say stupid things to a girl. I was the type that never got the chance to say anything at all.

A few days passed. While I was getting used to my new body, the yearly school festival arrived. I decided to rent a table to sell home made juice, my old books and video games.

The day came and passed, and I was watching my friends have fun around the festival while I was stuck at the table, unable to sell anything. I wouldn’t let go of my used goosebumps books for less than half of their original price (they were in excellent condition). And the games, turned out the guy I worked for gave me exactly the games he was unable to sell. I only sold two games that day. To myself. Oh, the juice? It was selling like, well, juice! On a hot day. But that was only when I set the price low enough for people to want to buy it and I never covered the rental expenses. However, something came out of the whole experience that made me pretty glad of it all.

While I was waiting for the day to end, I was reading my Harry Potter year 5 book, the Order of the Phoenix, when this hell of a hot girl, blonde, green eyes, snow white skin and, without exaggeration, the biggest boobs I’ve ever seen in school, walked up to me.

“Hey” I said coolly.

“Hey” she said.

I let her browse the books for a minute.

“These are just my old goosebumps books. I don’t have anything our age,” I said.

“I was just curious if there are any here that I hadn’t read.”

“You read all these?”

“Pretty much.”

Nice.

“So what do you want to buy?” I asked her.

“This!” she said, pointing at my Harry Potter book.

“This? It’s not for sale.”

She raised an eyebrow.

“I got it to pass the time.”

“You already finished it, right?”

“Actually, I have.”

“I like to reread them too,” she said.

Is this an angel? Am I hallucinating?

“May I?” she asked.

“Sure” I handed the book over.

She flipped to a chapter and started reading on the spot. I didn’t understand why she was doing that, but I think she was just finding an excuse to spend time with me. She didn’t know that I used to be a fat loser and was actually finding an excuse to hang out with me. She wasn’t from the same school branch I went to, turned out she was from the British education branch of the school, I was from the typical national (Egyptian) education branch. She didn’t know I was that guy.

To be continued.