The Fourtitude: A Narrative of Naivety

"Impulsively Infatuated"

Three more years later...

"Hey, there's a new girl today. Everyone's talking about her, because apparently she's Henry Jefferson's ex-girlfriend from a few years back." Jackson informed his two friends in homeroom.

"Oh, cool. I remember when I was new. I feel like I was way more confident than usual. Anyway, what's her name?" August sat back and rested his feet up on his desk, resting his hands on the back of his head.

"Attention, class! We have a new student today!" Mrs. Derwam neglected to greet the class in order to introduce the new kid. "Her name is Kylah, so treat her nicely."

  "Are you implying that we should treat her like royalty because her name is Kylah? That's systemic oppression. Or if not, you're grammatically incorrect."

"Oh, shut up Carter!" The whole class shouted sarcastically in perfect unison, as practiced.

"Anyway, she will be in in just a moment. Now sit tight and, I don't know, do some homework or something." Mrs. Derwam made her way through the already blabbering teens to get back to her desk and grade some homework.

"Huh. Kylah." August put his feet back on the ground, so as to make a good first impression. "Maybe I'll introduce myself la...ter..." August's jaw hung open as he watched her walk to the front of the classroom. "NOW." The girl stood up front, awkwardly twiddling her fingers. When she noticed August staring, they both quickly looked away. Then August looked back at her again, examining her outfit.

  Her straight, blonde hair was held back by a thin blue hairband, except for a small bit of hair that hung down beside her face, perfectly clear of any zits or freckles. She wore what August assumed was her old school uniform, which his school didn't require. It was a dark blue blazer jacket over a white collared shirt. Her skirt was a light blue, grey-ish color that went very well with the rest of her clothes. Her leggings went down over her knees, then stopped to let her skin breathe for once. Then her shoes... well, August couldn't get a good look at her shoes without looking too weird or obvious. Then he noticed her staring right back at him. He looked back at his friends.

  "Huh?" Everhet tilted his head in confusion. He smirked devilishly.

"Guys, I'm gonna go introduce myself right now." August said quietly. Kylah read his lips and knew what he said anyway.

"Dude, just wait. She's introducing herself first." Jackson pulled August back to his seat, and noticed him blushing slightly. "Wait, do you like her? Like, like like her?"

"That's kind of impulsive, August. You don't even know her." Everhet shuffled through his folder to find last night's homework.

  "Hi, everyone! I'm Kylah Nuel, I'm from Loubia, and I moved here about a month ago." August just sat there, staring at her in a trance. He wasn't exactly sure he'd felt something like this before. His heart raced like the school track team.

  When it was his turn to introduce himself (the teacher has a fun way to introduce themselves to a student, where they say their name and their favorite food), he stood up and said, "H-hi! I'm August, and I like you. I mean food! I-I mean... stew. I like stew."

Kylah giggled, "You're funny!"

"Oh my God guys, she's adorable."

"Miss, we can't find Max and Valentine. They're just gone." Dr. Bobl frantically scrolled through his files, trying to find his tracking device.

 Meanwhile, at Max's house...

  "Hey, Valentine? What'd you end up doing with the tracking device?" Max smashed a screw into place with a sledgehammer. He repeatedly raised it up and down powerfully.

"You just smashed it with that hammer." Valentine continued to draw his blueprints. He wrote in white pen and highlighter, to make it look like real blueprints that were, well, printed.

"Oh. Heh." Max repeatedly smashed the device, smiling satisfied.

Anyhoo... 

"Ugh! What is it with you this week?" April collapsed onto her throne (a slightly-larger-than-normal red recliner) and reminded herself of Bobl's mistakes in the past week. "Just two days ago you lost the blueprints for our big project! And what's more, your stupid little machines cause the whole facility to black out!" She loudly face-palmed.

  "I-I'm sorry miss. I'll get my act together." Dr. Bobl began furiously flipping switches and windows, and then writing things down in his notes, wearing down his pencil faster than water through swiss cheese.

  "Yes, you will. Do you know why?" April leaned in from her seat.

"Uh, w-why?" He slowly and nervously turned around to face her again, sweating beads. He fake-smiled, and clutched the end of his desk for dear life.

"Because torture's an option."