So, I sit here staring at my Italian sub while the food court teems with people. It's funny, how one tenth of a percent can change your whole life. I mean, it's such a small thing, not even a half, less than a quarter. A measly one tenth. That's what stands between me and getting off this damn rock. Hey, I may be a born loser, but I am not stupid. I've got the IQ to prove it too. I'm going to be here when the damn Swarm show up and they'll probably go, "HEY, there's a nice fat one, lets eat him first."

I know I'm fat, my mom always said big boned, but it means the same thing. I'm overweight, obese, a fatty. Hey, I was 200lbs on my 13^th birthday. How's that strike you? Yeah, I know what you're thinking, damn look at that fat ass. Well, you'd be right. Who's going to want to pick a 14 year old fat ass boy as their fucking concubine?

I pick up the plastic card that sealed my fate. Seriously, like I asked the fucking guidance counselor, what chance does a 14 year old 5'10" 225lb kid, with no friends and no parents have? None, nada, zip, zilch, zero. Any way you say it, it all adds up to "absolutely no fucking way."

I pick up the sandwich I had paid hard earned money for and toss it in the trash. Why eat, I'm not going to live long anyway. I already have a plan. I'm kind of sorry to not be able to stick around and see the results. Hell, it is going to be spectacular. I wondered how many days the story will make it on the front page before someone else does something even more spectacular.

I guess you could say that I'm being used. But I don't know if that's true either. See, the way I see it, I'm using them. The fact that they'll survive and I won't is beside the point. You see, I want to die. Yep, it's true. I want to die. I have no reason to go on living and no one will miss me.

My foster parents, yeah right. They'll be happy I'm not eating everything in sight, and they'll probably hope that no one at DCFS catches on so they can keep cashing the check I generate every month. Friends, who would want to be my friend? I move so much, thanks to DCFS, that making friends is a no win proposition. Now I just keep everybody away, be an asshole, or what ever works. I've lost too many friends already, I don't need any more.

I found these guys I'm helping out on the web, where I do have a few friends. They might notice I haven't posted to the blog today, but hey, they'll forget all about me in a week. I've seen it happen. So it's all going to happen because of one tenth of a percent. Kind of ironic I think.

What brought my score down? What caused me to be here, now, with several strategically placed containers full of various household chemicals in just the right proportions ready for the pressure of one tenth of a pound?

See, there's that number again. One tenth. It keeps popping up. That's how I knew what I was planning was right, how I knew I was ordained for this task. It's also how much pressure I need on the button of the transmitter in my coat pocket. I stand next to the trash can, I can see the men they told me to watch for. Three just came through the door and four more are standing in the hall that leads to the mall proper. Mall proper? There's nothing proper about a mall.

I digress, I'm here for a purpose. The trash I threw into each can spaced generously around the room has been carefully measured. The faux granite will become shrapnel, tearing through the fucking bodies of those perfect people who are good enough to make it off this rock. Well, I'm not good enough, so I'll show them.

One fucking tenth of one fucking percent. What a fucking joke. It's my self esteem. No fucking shit. I have a self esteem issue. Who would have thought it? I mean, being called fat ass from the day I was born has nothing to do with it.

I know I'm fat. No one needs to say it. I wonder what will be the last thing to go through Miss Cindy "I have a 7.8 AND I'm a gorgeous cheerleader" Thomas's mind when I use my one tenth. Will it be a fork perhaps?

They're starting now, I stay where I'm at, no need to strip off and join the desperate men and boys trying to get the attention of the six women who get to take some man, or men with them. They don't even see me. I'm just the pathetic fat kid leaning against the wall. Any minute now, I'll exercise my one tenth.

I can wait for a few minutes, hell, I've never seen so many naked women in one spot before. Hell who am I kidding, I've never seen one naked woman before, well not in the flesh anyway. Jesus, that bitch is hot, she's got the best tits in the room by far, her ass looks mighty fine too. Well, maybe not the best, Cindy has a fine rack too. I reach into my pocket, it's almost time. Just let them get into it a little more, and then push.

Suddenly Cindy is standing in front of me. Here it comes, she's going to say something witty and scathing to me. I tense, my finger caressing the raised button. That's when I'll do it. Her mouth is opening, here it comes Cindy. I'm going out with a fucking bang.

"Steve, I heard about your score, I'm sorry, I know how much you were counting on doing well." Oh yeah, here it comes, my finger begins moving, slowly, so slowly.

"Look, I want to say I'm sorry for what happened the other day. I didn't know Josh was going to do that to you, I swear. That was mean and uncalled for." Her lips have stopped moving, I wait, I can't push it yet, she's setting me up for the big put down. She's waiting, she wants a response. I shrug. She accepts this, prattling on.

"Anyway, Josh had his chance at me and he's out. Even now, when I told him he had to finally make me come, what's he do? Bend me over, pump a load in me in thirty seconds flat and smiles like he's the king of the mountain. Stupid fuck. Would it have hurt him to lick my pussy once, just once?" She does not want a response, my fingers getting twitchy, this could take a while, should I push it now, no, I'll wait. I just hope the bitch hurries up.

"One of the older ladies saw what happened and told me to dump him. I realized I could, you know. Oh he didn't like that but one of the Marines touched him on the neck with something and he passed out. Then the lady said I should find someone I like, someone I can talk to. I can make them look like what ever I want, so looks aren't a problem. And she suggested finding someone who doesn't have a lot of experience and who is willing to learn. I thought of you Steve. I mean, I've always been able to talk to you."

What the fuck is she saying? She's never said a word to me in her life. Oh, she knows who I am; she's stood around and watched while that jock boyfriend of hers tortured me on a daily basis. Tripping me in the lunch room Tuesday was nothing compared to some of the other shit he's done. But she likes me and can talk to me? Oh boy, does she think I'm going to fall for that. Here it comes now, the major slam.

"You don't know what I'm talking about do you?" No shit bitch, otherwise I wouldn't be standing here with a 'what the fuck' look on my face. Now get on with it, I don't have much time. The shit I mixed up goes dormant after four hours, and it's been three and a half.

"Steve, I'm cheergirl85," she says. I know I have a dumb look on my face, I can't help it.

"No fucking way." Great, my first words in person to the girl I've worshiped for like the last two months and I say that.

"It's true Steve, I know your fatman84. I figured it out, it wasn't hard when you would talk about the things Josh did to you and what not. I wanted to tell you earlier, but I just couldn't. I know I should have, and I should have stopped Josh, but I didn't. I don't have any excuse either. Can you forgive me?"

"Um yeah, no problem Cindy." Hopefully she'll pull the punch line soon. I look around for Josh. Well, there he his, in a heap on the floor. Maybe ... Naw, she can't be serious can she?

"Anyway, what I want to know is if you'll come along with me and be my concubine. Well, you might be technically, but I'll never make you do anything you don't want. I'll even let you have the final say on the rest of the girls. Right now I've got Sherry, Mandy, and Staci. But if you don't like any of them, or would object to fucking them, let me know and we can pick someone else."

"Cindy, I'm sorry if I seem a little dense, it's just that I'm kind of in shock here. Let me get this straight. You get four concubines. You've already chosen three of the hottest girls in school, after you that is, and you want me to go along?" Cindy is nodding her head. Fuck, this has got to be a dream right? "You say I can veto any or all of your picks?" Again, the nodding. "And I will HAVE to have sex with them and you on a regular basis?"

"As often as you can," Cindy says with a smile.

Now I really don't know what to say. I mean if she's serious, this is like the luckiest day of my life. If it's a joke, a big elaborate make fun of the fat kid joke, well hell, that's what I've been waiting for.

Shit, she's gotten tired of waiting for an answer...

"Uh Cindy, what are you doing?" Hey, I'm kind of new to having a hot chick hit on me. Give me a break.

"What's it look like silly," she giggles. She's got my pants undone now, I hear the zipper, yep there they go.

"God damn Steve, why didn't you say you were hung like a horse?"

Shit, here I stand with my pants around my ankles and she's calling three of the four hottest girls in the school over here. Oh shit, if she doesn't stop that I'm going to cum.

"Cindy." She catches the warning tone in my voice and stops, just in time too.

"Not yet Steve, just a minute, I want the others to see this."

Oh they're seeing it alright. I hope their shocked looks aren't of the bad variety.

"Jesus, Steve, if we knew we would have made you the happiest boy in school." That's Sherry, the red head. God she looks even better naked than I imagined. And Mandy, fuck, she's totally shaved, I find that so hot. And Staci, oh my fucking God. I'm going to come and no one is touching me. Her nipples must be two inches long, no wonder they were always poking through her shirts at school.

"Ok Steve, I'm going to finish you off," Cindy says. Oh fuck, that's her mouth. I say her name once and now it's too late. Shit, she's still sucking me. Fuck I'm coming like I've never come before. God, I need to sit down. Oh shit, that feels so good.

"Damn Steve, you must have been saving that up for a while. Hey, you're still hard." Cindy starts stroking me again, she's right I am.

"Must be the beautiful scenery," I gasp out.

"Holy shit," I hear someone say. I look up to see an older version of Cindy standing beside her. "Hey there stud, I'm Megan, Cindy's sister." She looks down at my crotch where Cindy still kneels, stroking my hard shaft.

"Just how big is that thing anyway?" she ask.

"Eight inches long, five and a half around," I groan out. Damn, that's really feeling good, and the adoring look in Cindy's eyes, like she just won the lottery or something, just about triggers another load. I don't know how much more I can take.