System Activated: Revenge of the bullied.

CHAPTER FOUR

Kevin stood there not really understanding what the system was implying. He looked behind him and all he could see was the painting boards and various artistic crafts. It the struck him, what to do and almost automatically, Kevin turned back. 

He could still feel curious eyes boring into his very being as he walked past them all. There were whisperings here and whisperings there but he cared less now. All his life has been filled of whisperings as people taunted him through that. He knew no one cared about his feelings whatsoever and just continued inside. Kevin looked around and then he saw one of which that was having a clear view of what he wanted to see. Kevin walked over, sat on the bench and then he picked up the paint brush. 

He sat down suddenly like a pro and it came to him, that painting he wanted to make. He had never been a painter all his life which made it surprising when his hands started working. He kept switching brushes and paints but still he could not see how what he was painting resembled anything he could think of. He was in the center of the room on the bench which was when the curious girls all came to stand behind him. Everyone wanted to see that which he would be coming up with and right now, the more he painted, the more giggles he received. Some were already talking about how he had absolutely no sense at all or shame. Another added that he must be psychotic or desperate but what he was doing was not appealing.

Yet, they said they were waiting and trusting the process. Kevin himself did not trust himself as there was nothing about him to trust right now. He should have gone home directly and chose a good rest forever. Death would have been better that being if he was not running crazy. With nothing to lose out on, Kevin was disappointed at what he was doing. He wanted several times to stop. He needed to stop making this mockery of him but it seemed that the moment he had begun painting, his hands had been fixed on getting the painting done. He was in a frenzy as he would quickly switch one brush to another yet when he looks at what he has painted so far, he was met with disappointment.

To him, it was not about trusting the process. It was a matter of him wanting to stop. He wanted badly to scream for help but seeing the cluster and crowd of women around him, Kevin continued silently. He was still doing what he was doing when the women began to feel aggravated. They started walking away one by one to focus on other more interesting things to do. 

He was after all not the only guy in the place. There were others. Really hotter and cuter men in there. These men were fixed on what they were doing and some were seductive. Some had even taken off their shirts revealing their upper part of the body. They were really hot.

Few women lingered behind him and were watching obviously waiting to see what he was working on so they could make jokes of it. Kevin wished badly that they would go away from his back. Sometimes they would giggle and make snorts of laughter on what he was doing until he finally finished. His hands suddenly became tired and stopped painting. Kevin dropped the brush and stood up to look at what he had been working on all this while. 

It seemed like absolute nonsense when he looked at it. The women were laughing now and some had come to look and joined the others in laughing at him. Something did not feel right that he stepped back just a little and looked at the painting. Still, he would was not satisfied which was when he went to stand by the side to observe it and then it struck him like a bright idea. He walked majestically to the painting and then he flipped it over.

"Voila." he said excitedly as he turned it. Loud gasps followed suite.

What he had just done was the work of a masters of art. Apparently, Kevin had been painting upside down and it was only now that he could see and understand what he had been doing all this while. He stood there proudly as one of the women called out to someone.

"Liv, isn't this you?" she asked.

"Me? How?" the girl he had spoken to earlier that had been rude to him was saying now as she approached. She might have stayed away but she could hear very well all the compliments he was receiving now. She came now and stared at the painting.

"Oh my goodness. That's totally me." she said cupping a hand over her mouth in absolute doubt. 

It was unbelievable because the painter did not match what he had painted and then proudly, Kevin walked away to the sink in the showroom to wash his paint stained hands. He just might as well as begin to enjoy this entire situation even though his life was at stake here right now. 

"Hi..." someone said coming to stand beside him.

It was her looking totally floored and he felt really proud.

"Hi..." he said too.

"It's a beautiful painting." she said.

"You think?" he asked her.

"I know. Forgive me for earlier." she started with the apology.

It was weird because Kevin could not begin to recall when was the last time a woman had thought him worthy of an apology. This was something totally different and he had to admit to it.

"I'm Liv." she said stretching out her hand now he was returning the drying towel he had used to dry his hands.  

"Hi... I'm Kevin." he said to her with a smile.

"It's a pleasure Kevin. I was wondering, could I keep the painting?" she asked him.

"Su-sure. I made it for you." he said to her with a wide smile.

"Oh, that's so thoughtful. Thanks so much. Here's my card. Call me whenever you feel up to it." she said coming close and putting the card into his breast pocket as she whispered in his ears. She then pecked him on the cheek and turned away.

Kevin's hand rubbed that spot automatically and he was lost in space for sometime until he heard the computerized voice again.

"Level one... trial one...task accomplished." he then could see the upgrade as he used to see women's beauty rating.

"Gifts unlocked. Pick one. Money or Handsomeness?"