Author Notes: Hiya! After about three months of serious planning, I decided to actually make a story. It's actually really fun to write about a character being naturally annoyed as hell. Very, very fun.

Pairing: Eventual Castiel/OC.

Warnings/Cautions: All I can say is that there is a shit ton (oops, there it goes) of language in this story.

Disclaimer: I do not own My Candy Love. Enjoy reading!

Wherein we introduce a sadist in the making.

When Lia McDonald (fuck you, she is not a restaurant) isn't planning global domination, she's at home in her broken-down apartment, or at work, cutting open boxes of peanut butter or staring coldly at people behind the cashier table. Lia doesn't have an exciting life, saying that she's invisible at school and to her mother, since the said parent was blind and sleeping away dreams at a hospital (because of a car accident that wasn't all Lia's fault).

Actually, being invisible isn't much of a disadvantage. She could walk home from a shift without getting jumped, sneak a mouthful of food in the middle of class, and avoid becoming the target of bullying by the Trio of Beauty, which consisted of two dumbasses and another girl that pretty much never had her say in any of their fights.

But the thing is, becoming an objective of constant willy-nilly didn't even sound that bad. Being 'invisible' toward your classmates, teachers, principal, and each and every member of her neighbourhood was bad. So, in conclusion, being 'unseen' was both great and annoying.

To the topic of her messed-up apartment system: it was bought by her aunt for her after she lived with her for four months. Her Aunt Meredith merely decided one morning that her only niece was old enough to have her own apartment, and gladly went on by herself to find 'the best place ever'. Of course, Lia was grateful even when she saw it and wasn't surprised it looked like it was crushed down by two monster trucks and stepped on by Mother Nature as a bonus, but couldn't really give much of a thanks. Instead, she muttered a 'what the hell?' under her breath and went on.

To say that her so-called 'new home' wasn't healthy was an understatement. The windows were slightly vandalized, with streaks of long-dried yolk and there were cabinets that had mold creeping out at the corners in the inside. Also – she was definitely going to mention this one – the oven was just plain disgusting. If you used it, you would die choking on pieces of scattered brains from a dead animal (and who knew what kind it was) and a mixture of whatever the hell you were cooking in the first place.

And that's why she never invites her friends to her place.

..Well, friends, as in Armin Lakewood, a guy she simply got along with due to their similar taste in video games. He is probably the only person she would ever come close to becoming friends with, seeing that he can actually see her and not through her like she was some translucent piece of glass. Because she is damn right not.

There seems to be some kind of barrier between Lia and the rest of Sweet Amoris School: nobody, besides her, tries to actually be brave and look behind it out of a serious amount of curiosity. But then again, Armin actually tried looking behind the big wall because he was kind of stupid.

(There were some lucky nights when she didn't have work and she would lie back on her bed and think about some stuff, and then suddenly Armin would come up. Since he did pop out of her head, she took advantage and wondered why the hell he was even friends with her but, you know, the answer was pretty much through a screen with their respective Sims characters flipping out and burning themselves until they died.)

(That was very fun, Mr. Lakewood. Lia gives you a thumbs up.)

Yeah, she knew Armin, but she couldn't say she knew anyone else besides him. Lia could not remember any other names of any other students she knew, and she didn't really remember the appearances of them, either. So, um, that was her entire friends list of the social media that is her life.

Depressingly so.

But hey, to boost her self-esteem, she still had Kim Something (oh God, was she an asshole, forgetting her co-workers last name), who worked side-by-side with her at the grocery store. She was definitely a great person to be around, and Lia was kind of proud to say that she talked to her. Then again, Kim paid completely no mind to her at school, since that's when Lia's Invisibility Affect kicked in full-power.

Now, Lia was half-heartedly excited as she washed the dishes (that were chipped in unexpected corners) that her night shift started in one hour. All she could do was pray that she didn't get thrown behind the stupid cash register machine, and the day would be great.

Because nobody likes watching people fuss with their credit cards, expecting you to help them. Seriously, humans of two-thousand-fourteen, who does?

So, since Lia was content to bad luck, she was assigned for being the cashier although she declined. Apparently, declining an job can get you fired. Huh. Who knew?

After Lia learnt that new, helpful piece of information, she gladly rushed behind the counter, watching a bunch of people quickly line up in front of her. The girl pushed a strand of dark hair behind her ear and continued to shoot fire at customers.

The first person in line was an old woman wearing extremely inappropriate clothing. The senior had a tight, short torso that sat right above her breasts and very tiny shorts. Lia bit back a shudder as she gave a small smile toward the woman.

The Granny in Panties gave back the greeting by glaring, piling up her groceries onto the table. Lia slowly grabbed the first item, which was a box of bran muffins. Lia slowly raised her gaze up to the woman, arching a delicate eyebrow in her direction.

"Just scan it," the old woman growled.

Lia swiftly scanned all of the items as fast as possible, scared the old female would show her a thing or two from the '50s. C'mon, she did have the power too. And it could happen, because she had a vein popping in her forehead and her expression looked deadly.

Once the old woman left, the next customer pushed in (who was, sadly and not-so sadly, the last one), holding a lighter in one hand and a jug of milk in the other. He set it harshly on top of the table, pulling out a ten dollar bill out of his pocket.

Then, he looked up at her, grey eyes studying her with a contemplative look. "Aren't you that girl that hangs out with the geek of all geeks from school?" He ran his fingers through red hair.

"Excuse me?" she said, anger flaring through her. What the hell? Who goes up to people asking idiotic questions she had no answer to?

He huffed. "You know, that girl that hangs with that guy who plays video games all the time," he replied like it was obvious. Lia had no idea what this lunatic was talk—

Oh, Armin.

In her eyes, he didn't seem like a 'geek', considering she enjoyed watching him play his games, too. Well, that Red Guy clearly doesn't know shit because Armin does not clarify as one. And if he does, she should be called a 'geek' too, because Lia watched at least one episode of a teen drama show and they said that if one friend goes down, the other one goes down with them. Unless we're talking Hell, because Lia was sure she was going there and Armin would not want to accompany her there.

"Don't insult someone you don't know, lard ass," Lia spat, grabbing his tiny lighter he probably was using to burn his dick off because he really needed that at the moment and scanning it.

Mr. I-Insult-People crossed his arms over his chest. "I've seen him before. I know people, unlike you. Honestly, where the hell did you come from? No one ever sees you."

By now, Lia was sending a heated glare to him, her fingers shaking in vast fury as she shoved the milk carton into a bag. She let out a shuddery breath, fingers clenching the plastic as she handed him his stuff. "Wow. It's super cool that you know people. Hey, just a question: have you slept with them all?"

The male's eyes went wide and he bitterly grabbed the bag out of her fingers. He stuck out his middle finger to her.

"You too. Have a nice day!" Lia called out to him as he stalked away, looking like a baby that didn't get what they wanted. In this case, that totally mean guy wanted to win this argument but, of course, our heroine won.

One point for Lia McDonald and zero to the dumbass wearing a wig dip-dyed into his mother's period blood.