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ᴇɴᴛʀʏ #4 | ᴇᴅɢᴇ

004 | Edge

"Seriously? A two thousand word essay?" Jess questioned in astonishment as she speared a noodle from her pasta, staring at (Y/N). "And on where you see yourself in ten years?"

"Yeah," (Y/N) sighed with a groan.

The four of them—Amar and Kana included—were sitting on one of the small hills that overlooked Florens, a giant tree with small buds of soon to be apples already dotting the otherwise green background shading them from the sun sitting high in the sky. The small group had just been released to lunch, and none of them except (Y/N) had had World Literature. While they sometimes didn't have corresponding schedules, they had most of the same class courses as students were able to select which type of class they'd prefer. Having been in most of said other courses as (Y/N), along with the fact that the other three had heard whispers of an assigned project, they naturally drilled her on what was going on.

"Sounds disgusting," Amar grimaced, taking a bite of his curry and rice, his favorite dish, as he stared her dead in the eye. "Why is Mrs. Young doing this to us?"

"Who knows?" (Y/N) shrugged, flopping down on the grass and spreading her arms out into a T shape as she stared up at the rather cloudless sky, liking the warmth the sun provided her, already feeling her eyelids drooping. "If anything," she yawned, stretching like a cat. "She just likes to see us tortured."

"Pff," Kana scoffed, holding out her sub sandwich at them in aghast. "How dare you. For both of yours' information, Mrs. Young is the kindest teacher here."

"Yeah, I have to agree with Kana on that," Jess nodded along, thinning her lips.

"So this is the sting of betrayal," (Y/N) muttered, rolling her eyes and letting her arm flop over said eyes. "And here I thought we were friends?"

"You're just being dramatic, (Y/N)," Jess laughed, brushing a strand of her long brown hair behind her ear as she gave the peeking girl a pointed look. "Even my abuelita agrees that Mrs. Young is the nicest, and it's so fricken' hard to get a compliment out of that old woman!"

"True."

"I think we all know Mrs. Young is the nicest here," Amar declared, toweling his fork around in the air to make a point. "However, can we all agree that she hands out the worst and longest assignments?"

A chorus of 'yes's' followed his statement.

"Ugh, but I think she and Mr. Svelt are tied," Kana whined, taking a sip of her milk. "Remember how hard the Calculus test was this year? I think I barely passed with a B-plus."

"Heh," Amar snickered, that usual mischievous look shimmering within his brown hues. "I got an A-minus on that test. Suffer."

A long silence stretched between the small group as his words sank in and Kana could only look at him with long, slow blinks in between each beat of a breath. (Y/N) and Jess gave each other a knowing look, the way their friends' calm attitude making them think that any minute she was going to explode and cause the downfall of their other friend.

"Well..." Jess sighed, resting a hand on the boy's shoulder. "It was nice knowing you, Amar."

"R.I.P," (Y/N) finished just as Kana launched at him.

A rather shrill shriek escaped Amar's lips as he and Kana tumbled down the hill, small grunts and yells for help and yells to shut up flowing through (Y/N)'s and Jess' ears, large smiles painting over their faces and making them have to stifle their laughter by placing their hands over their mouths. When they didn't hear anything for a sold thirty seconds after the initial screaming, Jess motioned with her head silently to peek over the hill top.

What they found surprised them.

Amar and Kana had landed in a very awkward and compromising position. Amar was hovering above Kana with an irritated glower while Kana was looking up at him with wide eyes, her gaze momentarily dropping to his lips before he pulled away and then began chewing her out for being so reckless.

Jess and (Y/N) both face palmed.

"Seriously?" (Y/N) whispered, gesturing to the two who by then had started to argue again.

"I know, right?" Jess rolled her eyes. "You'd think this would make them see they have the perfect dynamic. Kana I think kinda saw it. Amar on the other hand..."

"Yeah, no," (Y/N) shook her head.

"True, Amar is very dumb."

"Who's very dumb?" Said boy questioned as he and Kana approached them.

"You are," (Y/N) and Jess both answered without an ounce of joking to their tone.

Before Amar could give them a piece of his mind, the bell rang and ended that little conversation, both Jess and (Y/N) breathing a sigh of relief. Kana, at the bell, was quick to say goodbye as she packed her things and took her tray to return before having to walk to her other class which was inconveniently on the opposite side of the building where they were eating lunch.

"Ah, don't we have AP Euro now?" Jess turned to Amar and (Y/N), both giving her a nod of agreement.

At that, they too stood up to return their trays to the lunch ladies who were now out of the kitchen to clean up the small messes students left behind, however hardly anything staining the grey tables and white linoleum.

"I wonder if Mr. Oikawa will finally let us watch that Peabody and Sherman clip of the French Revolution?" Amar commented, making the girls laugh quietly as they entered the spacious classroom.

"Really?" (Y/N) raised an eyebrow. "That's where your mind goes when you think of the French Revolution?"

"Naturally. Doesn't yours?"

"Um, no," Jess shook her head, letting out a small breath of air when accidentally running into someone, her head having been turned to look back at the other two. "Ah, sorry," she exclaimed sheepishly, blinking in shock when the person turned around.

All three were sort of shocked.

With natural blue hair that framed his flawless pale features, darker blue eyes that looked almost black, and a playful smile that tilted his lips upward, all were left too stunned to speak. They had seen him before, knowing he was a classmate, but never that close. And up close, they could see he was more perfect than they thought.

"It's no trouble," he smiled, flashing equally white teeth that made (Y/N) think his teeth were equivalent to staring at the sun. "If anything, for girls as pretty as yourselves, I should be the one apologizing for being in your path."

A high pitched giggle was all that answered him.

(Y/N)'s eyebrow arched higher.

Did Jess just... giggle?

Glancing to Amar, seeing he had just the same reaction, both also had the same thought:

Who is this dude?

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To be continued...