The last thing I remember before waking up is being hit by a school bus. Why was an American school bus in the middle of Tokyo, in the middle of the night no less, is beyond me.

Also beyond me is the fact that I woke up in an American high-school, in a body that was definitely not mine, and judging by the fact that I am not naked, nor asking my crush out on a date while trying to William Tell an orange out of a Shiba's head with a NERF gun, this is not my usual Monday nightmare.

Something smells fishy here. Literally. The whole place reeks of old fish sticks and grease, the kind Yankis use. Is this what all American schools are like?

Whatever. It's just a dream. I'll wake up soon anyway. People are filing in one by one. Seems like school hasn't started yet. It gives me time to appreciate my surroundings.

The walls are yellow, the desk are yellow. Everything looks yellow to be honest. I don't know if it is because of the grease, or because everything looks old as balls.

I try to focus on the faces of the people around me, but everyone looks blank, like background characters from a light novel. Only one boy stands out as having a face, and he looks incredibly punchable for some reason. Smugly so.

Shit, he's staring at me. Quick! Look forward and look aloof outside the window. Always worked when I was in high-school.

And... it didn't work.

"Hey, Yornaem, what's up, my friend, my soul-sibling, my nakama, my home," says the face-boy, putting his arm around me.

I immediately punch him between the fourth and fifth rib, the tenderest ribs, making him fall back.

"You dick! What was that for?" he asks.

"Bitch, I don't know you!" I yell. In English. Since when did I know English? I barely know Japanese. "You think it's polite to put your hands around someone you don't know?"

The punchable boy took a seat next to me, rubbing his tender wounds. "Bitch, I do know you! I'm your pal, Scooter! You know, Billiam? Scooter Bill? Duck Bill? The Wondrous Misadventures of Billy and Scooter? You know me!"

Huh. Weird. I feel I've heard that name before. Now, where did I hear it from?

"Ah, I get it, you're nervous 'cuz of the new kid on the block, right?" he says, elbowing me. What's with this kid and getting all up in my grill? "You afraid he's gonna take your place as Scooter's best friend?"

Pffff, as if. "Yeah, no. He can take the title out of my hands. Now, leave me alone so I can suffer my dream in peace. I got an eighteen-hour work day tomorrow."

The boy, Billiam, clutches his chest in mock pain, falling dramatically out of his chair. "That hurt. You're a cold bitch, Yornaem, a cold bitch."

"Why do you keep calling me that?" I ask, seeing if I can explode his mind with my mind. Sadly, I cannot. What's the use of being aware of a dream if I can't control it as a despot?

"Cuz' that's your name, Yornaem, Yornaem Lastnim."

No. That's not correct. My name is Yoru, not Yornaem. Maybe i'm dreaming the dream of another person. It happens every once in a while. I once dreamed that I was a ghost in New Orleans during Zombie Gras. I don't even know what a Zombie Gras is.

"Nah, that ain't me," I say. "You got me confused with someone else. Now leave me alone, Scooter-boy."

The boy rolls his eyes in annoyance. "I know it's pronounced Yo-er-nem, as you so smugly correct me," says the boy with an upturned nose. "You okay in the coco? Or are you gaga over the new student like everyone is?"

A million questions swirl around my brain like a flushed toilet, but like dancing turds, they refuse to bow down to the whims of the flowing water. "What new student? Me? I'm kinda new here. I don't know anyone here."

The most generic woman I've ever seen dances inside the classroom like a manic pixie dream girl. I think she's just a manic pixie girl in any case, as we are in a dream. Kinda oxymoronic, like an ATM machine.

"Yo, Leila!" yells Billiam at the girl. "You excited for the new kid? I heard he's a dreamboat!"

The girl stops in her tracks to give the boy the most devastating scowl I've ever since in my twenty-five years of life. I swear I heard her say "che!" for a microsecond there.

"The sight of the annoying kid spoils my morning, like a pube in a tub of Gelato," says/whispers the girl, walking by us with a grimace.

"That's Laila for you, always a pleasure," says Billiam. "I tell ya, everyone's going Loco for this man-broad. I heard he was raised by wolves, and not just the regular kind, but the sexy ones artists on Twitter draw all the time. You know, the ones with the big dick and such."

"I know what a furry is, Scooter-boy," I say, trying to summon a sandwich. If I'm gonna be stuck in a dream listening to a stupid exposition nobody asked for, might as well have a snack while I'm at it. No dice.

"I heard he can clap with one hand!" One of the NPCs behind me says.

"I heard he once stared at the sun, and the sun blinked!" said another.

A third NPC says another thing, but I tune it out entirely.

The boy tried to grab me by the shoulders again, but the mere faint of me trying to punch him was enough to dissuade him from his attempt. "Don't worry, bud, amiguis, besto friendo. He ain't gonna break our dynamic duo. Just you and me against the world!"

Suddenly, two things happen all at once. The first is that the bell rings, signifying the start of the school day. The second is that a vent pops open like a can of biscuit dough, and what I can only describe as a Saturday Night Fever's version of Adonis rolls out like a well-worn carpet. Lucious black hair, not quite curly, not quite straight, washboard abs clad in leather, plump lips like a soft gummy candy -- the man looks like written straigth out of a rom-com.

Wait, it is straight out of a rom-com. I know this scenario too well. A hunk coming out of a vent? A highschool that smells of feet and mediocrity? Billiam?

I'm in the world of [バッド・ボーイズ・ソフト・ボーイズ・ロンリー・ハーツ・クラブ：パーティー・ハーディ・ハボック]! The Wattpad novel! I remember reading this story every week in the way back from work. I loved the antics of the four bad boys doing hot guy stuff, and now, I'm in it?!

Of course! I got hit by an Isekai Truck! That's why I'm here. But why here? Why now? What does the universe wants with me?

The moment I realize that I was transmigrated into my favorite novel, the memories of the previous owner of this body come flooding back to me.

It's boring as shit. My best friend is Billiam, my favorite food is soda crackers, and my favorite color is green? Who the fuck likes green? It's like having your favorite Pokemon be Pikachu. Generic-ass bitch.

Hold on a second. I'm a bland character with bland characteristics, friend of a tertiary character, at best, and has no bearing or significance to the plot. That can only mean...

I am an NPC.

Of all the people I could've Isekai'd to, I Isekai'ed into an NPC! I could've taken one of the Laila clones, or a vampire, or heck, give me any named character.

My thoughts are interrupted by Laila herself, who I must admit looks way more annoying in person than anything put into words.

"Hi, I'm Laila! Are you Ayden Gomez, the new kid?" she says to the boy, which I assume is Ayden Gomez by his shifty disposition, followed by an "Omg he's so dreamy"

Just like in the story! It's like looking at a play. A shitty, self-aware play. If I don't bad recall, the next sentence Ayden's gonna say...

"Hey," says Ayden with a smirk to melt a thousand suns, "I have a micropenis."

That's the money shot! That's when the story hooked me. Who even says that? Only Ayden, that's who!

"Hey, I'm Leeland," says a boy behind Ayden. He looks exactly like Laila, down to the asymmetrical hair, manic personality, and even that weird head-tilt every rom-com protag does. God, do I wanna punch him. "I like micropenises."

"Which is why I have a footlong," says Ayden. "Extra salami and dick."

Fools! Only I know he has a perfectly average penis!

And then, silence. Ayden just stands there, without moving an inch. Stalwart as a mountain, and hung like a kielbasa. Is he monologuing? I've always wanted to know what he was doing while he monologued. Turns out, he was doing nothing at all. Not even breathing by the looks of it. A handsome statue lost to time.

The principal of the school, Mrs. Strickland, a jovial-looking woman with black curls and red lipstick, walks into the room with a smile from ear to ear. It seems to snap Ayden from his trance, as he finally takes a deep breath.

"Hello, students," she says, clapping to get everyone's attention. "First of all, welcome to your last year at Hill Valley Mountain Woods Highschool. I see new faces amongst you, like Mr. Gomez. Mr. Gomez, will you care to present yourself?"

"Hi, I have a micropenis," says Ayden without skipping a beat.

Scooter scoots right next to me, whispering something in my ear. Somehow, his breath produced zero moisture. It was like getting hit in the ear with an air dryer. "Yeah, I call b.s on that. You can see the hog through the trousers. That's one big sausage."

"Dude, stop looking at the new kid's bulge," I say. I know Ayden has been sexualized and objectified all his life, and I'm not gonna let it happen in front of me. "You shouldn't go sexualizing people willy-nilly. How would you feel if I started speaking about your ass to other people?"

"First of all, my ass is public doman, dude. And second, I'm not sexualizing shit. I'm just collecting information."

Life is hard for a professional snitch. I kinda forgot how slimy Billiam was in the story, always gossiping and being annoying at the worst times.

As if he didn't drop one of the hardest lines I've ever heard, he took out a notebook, writing something on it. "Information is money, and money is power. Ergo, the more information I have, the more money I have, and the more power I have. In fact, I already have a client that wants to know as much about Ayden Gomez as possible."

"Wait, you sell information?" I ask. That wasn't in the original story. I thought he was a gossip mill just for the sake of it. That, and because he wants to be a journalist. "That ain't very cash-money of you."

"That's very cash money of me, actually," says Billiam. "I can't divulge who my client is, but I can say she's pretty high up the school totem pole."

"Did you know that the lower on the totem pole, the more important one is, as it carries the weight of the structure?" I say as a matter-of-factly.

Billiam glared at me, just as Laila had glared at him. Was it too annoying? "I'm sorry. It's just a pet peeve of mine."

The only person low enough on the totem pole to have any meaningful power, and wants to know more about Ayden, can only be one person: Lee Vazquez, also known as "Fortuna," also known as "The Villain of the Story." No wonder she was always one step ahead of the group. If she had the king of goss on her side...

Wait, maybe that's why I am here. I know everything that is going to happen. I know who Lee Vazquez is. Maybe I can stop her before everything goes to shit! People that get Isekai'd to a story or a novel can always use their power to affect fate itself.

I am an agent of fate, and I will save my four bad boys from a terrible fate! But how? I am but a lowly NPC, with no power, no influence, no money, nothing.

"Well," says Mrs. Strickland, taking mine and Billiam's attention, "with that out of the way, there has been a schedule change. Instead of having History as your first subject today, you will have Chemistry, so if you can move to the Chemistry lab..."

This is it! One of the most important moments of the story. Ayden will grab his binder and run to the door, where he will bump with Hayden, and their romance will bloom.

But, if they do bump eachother, they will be put in a collision course with Lee at the end of the day. Decisions, decisions... what do I do? Do I stop them from colliding? Or do I let things play out?

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OPTION 1) STOP THEM

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