Fan of Love: a Mechanical Love story

School of Love. Or not.

Another day, another mailbox of anonymous love letters. We all know where they came from, it's from all the girls at school. They love me, and I'm getting sick of it. None of them are interesting, OR my type. Maybe one day we'll get a hot transfer cutie that's EXACTLY my type.
The quiet type. The "One million words in one glance" type. The kind type. And of course, the slightly dim type. I don't prefer skin tone, hair color, or really even looks. As long as they aren't a massive fatass. Boobs, big and small, are good. Same with asses. A little bit of tummy is preferable, but I don't mind a stick. 
The biggest selling point of a girl for me though, is if they're good at video games. I need someone to play with, other than my friends Blaz and Dosh. Don't get me wrong, those two are better buds than any human could have. Goofy, fun, supportive, and moderately handsome to match with me. Ride-or-die type bros. 
Well, that's a snippet of my story I guess. I'm looking for a girl that's exactly my type, and the school doesn't have a single girl like that. This is where my journey begins, right at school.


 I wake up as usual, ready to go to school. I slip out of bed, put on my dark gray jeans with ripped knees, my white ankle socks, my beloved black shirt with the Trollface on it that says "U Mad?", and my lovely blue hoodie with white-rimmed sleeves and a white hood. Then I put my white Walmart-brand shoes, get my shit together, and start to make some breakfast. I'm not gonna go through the grueling process of explaining what I did to do that, but just know I ate Fruity Pebbles. My favorite cereal.
 After that, I set out my door, backpack in tow. I walk down the sidewalk, look both ways, and cross the road. Luckily, the school is right across from my house, so I don't have to walk too far to get there. I'm almost never late.
And this is where it gets bad. As soon as I get there, I-
"Zene!" "Hi, how are you!" "You're looking wonderful today!" "I love the hair!" "Did you get a haircut? Where's the hair clippings!" SEVERAL girls say, grouping around me and following me as I try to make my way to the entrance without being buried in boobs and compliments. I try my best to answer all of the girl's questions, but there's just too many.
I make a mad dash for the entrance!!

I make it, just in time. Good thing I did Cross Country for a few years, really put my glutes to the test. Anyway, I shut the doors behind me, and lock them. I let out a sigh of relief, and slump against the doors. The army of girls are banging on the glass, yelling and cheering for me. I wish it would stop, but no matter what I say, it never ends. But just as everything stopped sucking, everything got much better.

 "Hey bro! Wassup!" Shouted Blaz from... somewhere. He likes to pull a prank where he hides in the ceiling and pretends to be omniscient, but he doesn't seem to be doing the voice. And before I know it, he's right beside me. Almost made me jump.
 "Dude, look at all those hot chicks! They're wild over you, dawg!" He said, smearing his face against the glass. The girls made a disgusted look, and finally backed off elsewhere. "They'll be where I am in a minute, so let's go somewhere else." I told Blaz, as I stood up and started to make my way down the hall. He got up and walked with me, trailing slightly behind.
"Yea dawg, it's crazy how many girls want up in ya grill. Must suck real bad." Blaz mutters that last part, looking away slightly irritated. "Seriously, walk a mile in my shoes. All this praise is mind-numbing and a little annoying. I just want a quiet, more tsundere type girl. Those are the cutest." I said, keeping a smile on my face.
 Blaz just makes a grunt noise, and continues walking with me. I'm glad he's my best friend, but he can be a little jealous of how attractive I am. I think he's equally attractive, but I guess the girls just want ME. I mean, who wouldn't want me? I'm awesome, I can skateboard, and apparently I've got some "untapped potential" in my abilities. Oh yea, I didn't mention earlier, but this isn't a normal human school. It's more of an institute for people with special powers. I don't believe I have powers, because I just... Can't use any. My mom had the power of the "Killer Finger", which was basically her finger, but also a laser cannon. It's a bit wild, but nothing too unique. It's only a level 3 power. Now, a person can have more than one power. 3 powers is always most ideal.
 Blaz, he has 2 powers. He has a level 4 power, teleportation-2. This makes him able to teleport more quickly, at the cost of more energy. And another unknown level of power where he can... shoot minifigures out of his hands. He can control what minifigures he shoots, and it's obvious he doesn't shoot already existing ones. Either way, point is, powers. They exist. I'm in a school where you learn to control them, and I don't think I have any powers. They suspect I have the same main power as the Grand Passion. AKA, the Grandiose Gatling-10. It's only been seen in action once to destroy a massive threat, and it almost took out the moon, too. Grandiose Gatling is the only one of 4 level ★ powers. There's 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠-𝟏𝟎, 𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐨-𝟏𝟎, 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐩-𝟏𝟎, and 𝐂𝐨𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐜 𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐥𝐲𝐬𝐦-𝟏𝟎. Those 4 are basically planet-killers if used at absolute power. Anyways, back to whatever Blaz was doing.
 "-and then I summoned some Miku merch for the little guy! He was so excited, dawg, you would not BELIEVE how ecstatic he was." Said Blaz, with his dumb smile swept across his face. I just gave out a small "mhm" and a grin, because I wasn't paying attention at all. I was giving a sweet sweet small explanation on powers in my head. Why would I do that? I'm not sure. I just felt compelled to.
 Anyways, after Blaz went and ranted a bit, we finally made it to our classroom, where we met with... empty seats, and the professor. Our professor is like a walking black hole. His entire body is pitch black with no features, and it looks like he's sucking up the light around him. His power is Mutual Mind-7, making him able to communicate with us through our heads. Some kids heads have exploded due to them being way too weak as first-years, but that isn't their fault. Now Professor Bass (the black hole dude) is strictly a third-year teacher, and the exploding heads were not held against him. However, he got a lot of invoices for therapy. Aside from all that, he's a really good teacher, and all his students end up passing. 
 "Hey Zene, mind ending your inner-monologue about me, and sit down? You've been standing in the doorway for a bit." Said Prof. Bass, as he made hand gestures while communicating via brain waves. Of course I oblige, and sit down at my seat. The desks are arranged in a 5x6, and I sit all the way in the back corner towards the windows. AKA, the best seat here. It would certainly be better if all the girls were madly in love with me.
 And speak of the devil, here they come. Several girls barrel through the classroom door, fighting for the seats closest to me. It takes almost a whole 20 minutes before everyone settles down, but it's much better when they finally do. All the girls in the room are giving me googly eyes, and all the guys are giving me rude looks. 
 I lean forward to the girl eyeballing me in front of me, and her face burns red as she notices I'm going to talk to her. "Hey Veri, do you think you can use your Time Up-2 to skip class for me, you, and Blaz?" I whisper to her. She gives a light nod, holds out her hands, and...

I'm 3 hours in the future, and class is over. I knew it was gonna be an entirely in-door class today with nothing exciting, so that's why I asked Veronica to skip time. I feel a little bad asking her sometimes, because it really fucks up her joints. Oh well, glad she really likes me and would do anything for me.
 After all that, me and Blaz make our way out of the classroom and out to the front yard of the school. "Dawg, you really gotta stop using Veri for nothing but time skipping. It's fucking up her wrists, man." Said Blaz, fidgeting his fingers. Now, I'm very sure Blaz likes Veronica. She is pretty, and very talented. "Dude, I know, you like her. You don't have to try and gatekeep her radical powers." I said, knowing exactly what I was doing. He looks away from me, and just grumbles. "S-Shut up dawg. I'm going home. Later A-Alligator." Then he runs off. Guess since he's going home, I should too. I have enough food for tonight and tomorrow morning, so it's all good.

And so I go home, and check my mail. There's a fancy red letter. I take it all inside, put away my school stuff, and lay down. I curiously open the letter, and read it. It's from about my uncle.

"Dear Zene Garfield,

Your uncle Dane Warfield has passed away, and left something special
in his will for you. Within this envelope is the key to the storage unit that
contains the special item for you.

-lots of love,
your mother Jane Garfield"

Oh hell yea. I wonder what it could be? Lots of money? Toys? An infinite visits at no cost coupon to the Chinese Buffet? Whatever it is, it HAS to be really awesome.
Even though my uncle was really poor, he always managed to get his hands on the coolest stuff. It was his power that got him around, Layered Luck-6. I hope I have that. Maybe in the storage unit is the instructions to unlocking his luck power. Whatever it is...

I'm going to sleep, so I can head there early in the morning. Wish me luck.