Tuesday, April 18th
The next day came, to which I went through the regular schedule of school, to which I came with a consensus that ultimately made sense.
Still talk to her.
Now, maybe I don’t need to rush in with the romantic style, but maybe be funny or just friendly enough to which she would gradually gain feelings. That’s how it works anyways… right?
As soon as I went home from school, I dressed up in my pristine YMPA outfit, to which I suddenly felt myself fall through a hole and land on the floor of the YMPA.
You gotta be kidding me.
With that, a whole bunch of students stared, to which I quickly scrambled up to my feet, noticing the faces of five girls that were in the group with their hands over their mouths.
Mr. Drails…
Their cheeks were balled up, to which I could definitely interpet that they were laughing, as they entered the cafeteria.
But that did reveal something… something that Greg did say: Grab her attention. What better way to grab September’s attention than by grabbing everyone’s attention?
But now was the time to get to September as quickly as possible. I darted into the cafeteria, seeing it very packed as ordinary. My eyes scattered around for September, who was heading towards a table that was near Malachi.
She was already getting pulled.
I walked over to her, to which she stopped and threw a wave that just made my heart leap. Calm down… be still. “Hey…” she first began, as we dabbed each other up. “Why are you always late?”
“Maybe because a certain someone keeps dropping me off in the worst ways possible,” I said, glancing in the direction of Mr. Drails’s office, wherever it was anymore.
“I think he’s teasing you, since you’re like… the newest one.”
“Yeah, but yet fails to tell me that anytime,” I mumbled, to which September laughed.
Oh…
“I remember when he did that with me. Or at least in a different way,” she explained. “I think it was one mission where—oh—by the way, did you get your mission yet?”
“Nah, not yet. Principal Renner hasn’t told me anything yet, even with her notorious eyes…” I muttered. September chuckled, as she crouched down. “For real, bro… for real.”
Then, with no clear sense of planning in my mind, I asked, “What gets your attention? Like romantic wise?”
September widened her eyes, with a silence entering the air between us. “That was just… wow… did not see that coming,” she mentioned. “However, I should ask you that.”
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Hang on…
“Me?” I asked, my octave higher than usual. September, with a compressed smile, nodded.
“Well, I just like women that you know… look nice, have a nice personality, have a good body shape and things, technically all the things you have,” I said, adding that last part.
But with that, September shook her head hard. “Nah, I am nowhere close to that. I know I take good care of myself, but I ain’t no manna from heaven.”
“You’d be surprised,” I quickly added. But before I could even continue, a girl had called September’s name from that area where she was originally settling at.
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And with that, September glanced at me, threw a quick wave and walked forward, as I traced her steps, leading her to sit by one guy: Malachi.
Also to add some salt to the injury, he wrapped his arms around her, tapping her on the shoulder before immediately engaging in conversation with her.
Great… all that work undone.
Then, all of a sudden, came a sound behind me that said, “Dang… and you were almost cooking.”
I turned around to see Nikki, with her brown box braids and fair light-skin tone, to which she wore a camouflage shirt with tucked in black shirt under, wearing a tighter black skirt that was then finished off with some high-top Converse.
Sheesh… go ahead girl.
I looked at her with dimmed eyes, to which she rubbed my back and said, “It’s okay, there’s a little bit more fish in the sea.”
“How comforting,” I hissed, to which Tisiah then joined us, apparently witnessing the same scene. Tisiah sighed. “How’s that mission going?” he asked. “Any news yet?”
“Nah… not right now,” I responded. “Or maybe at all…”
***
Sensei Waine’s class had just ended, to which most of the things she was saying had nothing to do with MP. Well… it did… but not in the right way.
First of all, she consistently ranted about this whole thing about why we should do it hard, and use this as a learning opportunity to be the best agents, and to do this for us, for our honor, and something along the way of uselessness.
Now, I’m not trying to brag. But I’ve always had that mindset. I just wanted to know what the features were, that way I could prepare for them. And trust me, everyone felt the same way.
There was an impatience that was on the student’s faces, with these eyes that struck into someone’s soul. The last part was from Nikki, but still, everyone wanted to know.
But Sensai Waine took this time of information, into a time of lecture—the one thing everybody hates.
Anyways, once it ended, there was a sudden call from the PA, which had me frightened due to how close I was to it.
“Connor, if you could please come to this office. Connor, if you could please come to the office.”
Now, I was hesitant to go into that office, but not for what you think it is… mostly.
I know Mr. Drails would not want my last name to be revealed—although it would give me such a boost of respect and recognition, being I’ll be a boss over them someday—for some odd reason, but there could easily be another Connor here at the school. Easily.
And two, the littlest part—okay, a big part was because of Principal Renner. Just her presence alone makes me contemplate going on an operation.
But just so that no chance was missed, I headed towards the office, to which I knocked on the door, seeing Principal Renner. She glanced and stood up, but with this urgency to open the door.
Maybe she did mean “me.”
She opened the door to which she then ordered, “Inside.”
I followed her very command, as I took the chair nearest to me, and slowly sat down, with my chest burning like a smoker inside of it. “So, you asked for a mission, correct?” she mentioned.
“Yeah… yeah…” I said twice oddly.
Principal Renner chuckled, as she began to flip through a stack of papers planted on her desk, saying, “Well, life was nice enough to send one of our junior agents into critical condition for you and your team to fit in her team,” to which she then pulled out a folder that was then swung at me.
Being that I didn’t expect there to be a flying folder, I found myself unable to catch it, as the papers spilled on the floor. I froze, seeing her to which she had unamused eyes. She threw her head down subtly, signaling me to pick it up.
“As I was saying,” she continued, “your new teammate is Mari. She has been a junior agent here for one year, has successfully done three missions in her time here, and is in fact—”
“Allergic to grass?”
Principal Renner paused, then nodded. “Y—yes. This shouldn’t be much of a problem though. Just keep her away from places like Washington, and life should be well.”
She had black hair, with a Greg-skin tone, with wider eyes and very red lips, mainly because of the lipstick. She didn’t have much of a jawline, and based on her height, was rather averagely tall.
“Are there any copies of this?” I asked. Principal Renner then turned around, to which she grabbed two more folders and gave them to me with such an attitude I didn’t believe was possible.
I nodded.
“Before you read the mission, give it to your teammates.”
“Well, where would I find Mari?” I asked. Principal Renner scoffed. “That’s your job. I’m sure she’d recognize you.”
I paused, and sighed, nodding my head to which I left. Yes, I’ve done it. We’ve done it! We got a mission, and now I had to hurry up and break my legs to tell Tisiah and Nikki.
As soon as I exited the room, I saw Nikki and Tisiah standing there, with a certain anticipation that glowed in their eyes. I didn’t even have to say anything. A smile was enough.
Immediately they began to celebrate, and I with them. That’s just until I told them, “Now we just need to find Mari.”