I waited for Natsuki to bring her cupcakes to the club.

When she came, she was empty handed, though?

"I didn't have enough batter..." she said, quietly.

Yuri was on the floor reading a horror book about a school shooting. No matter how much I try to persuade her otherwise, maybe read something about seals or literally anything else, but nope, she picks a school shooting book.

Rivers isn't here.

He dropped off his poem and left.

I'm not really happy with him right now, so it's not that bad. He always has to fight someone whenever they do the slightest thing wrong.

Everyone reads their poem. Then we just sit there and talk.

Then the strangest thing happens.

A girl with a white bow in her brown hair walks into the room. Her emerald green eyes shine in the light.

She looks just like Monika.

"Hey, is this the Literature Club?" the girl asks.

"Yeah, why?" I respond.

"Um, I'm new here, and I thought I might've wanted to join!", she happily announces.

"Well, come in and check it out!" I say as I walk her in. I give her the tour and introduce her to everybody.

"So, this is Natsuki, who loves manga!"

"But this is a literature club, right?" the mystery girl asks.

"Well, manga is literature!" Natsuki angrily retorts.

"No, it isn't!" Yuri calls out from across the room.

"Guys, don't argue. Please..." I say in a calm voice. It works.

I introduce Yuri.

"This is Yuri, who's totally sunny! And would never read a book about a school shooting!"

"You know what? Fuck you, Sayori," she insults as she storms off to the other side of the room.

"And I'm Sayori." I introduce myself.

"Hi! My name's Monika!" she happily says.

"Wait, Monika?" Natsuki asks.

"Yep, that's me!"

I give her a big hug.

"It's so great to have you back!"

Yuri calls out again, "Fucking yandere!"

"I don't know you... any of you. It's my first day here!" she awkwardly says.

"Sorry, it's just we used to have a club president named Monika, and she looked just like you..." I awkwardly respond, "well, anyhow, welcome to the club! We write poems and read and talk—"

"You guys write poems?" she happily shouts. "I love poems!"

"We also sometimes make food and eat it here, you should try our friend Rivers's waffles—"

"Wait, Rivers?" she asks. "Rivers Sanchez?"

"Yeah..." I respond. Things are starting to get weird, "He's my boyfriend."

Her facial expression darkens.

"Well, I wrote a poem! Can I share it?" she asks.

"Sure!" I respond.

"She's a yandere!" Yuri shouts.

"Shut up, Yuri." Natsuki chastises.

It's about how someone tries to pursue a lover. Hey, at least it's cool.

Rivers wasn't here to read his poem, so I just left it.

But at the end, curiosity got the better of me. I picked it up and read it.

It had three titles.

Maladroit/Dope Nose/Keep Fishin'

Burn it, shoot it, inhale it.

Anyway you wanted me to

My life is like an underpass

Where the sun don't shine

Soon after I feel the rush

We're on the bathroom floor

Doing some shit last week was reserved for my girl

You were the yandere who stole my heart with a shank in your hand

And you won.

At least I have you.

A powdery, fluffy friend I can always rely on.

If you want to destroy my sweater, you can.

In fact, you can keep it.

Your beautiful button nose glistens a soft white in the light.

The rainbows are always seven miles away.

But my heart will always be here.

Sugar never felt this nice.

Not even when I chugged three bottles of Mountain Dew

and hopped on to Fortnite and got my first Victory Royale.

So let's keep fishing.

So we can just get lost

In the dark.

On the table.

Your exhale spoiled my damn tacos!

What the hell?

I take it home.

I need to understand this poem. He doesn't make any sense.

Or maybe it makes too much sense, you idiotic shit.

"Shut up, me.", I say out loud.

I take it home and set it on the table. I sit down and reread it.

I start with the titles.

I get two of them. A maladroit is an idiot, and dope nose, well, means tweaker. I don't get the idea of 'Keep Fishing'.

He talks about this girl.

And I feel jealous.

Is he cheating on me?

But, going back to the first line.

Burn it. Shoot it. Inhale it.

Those are all ways of doing drugs.

And I'm worried.

Because the rest of the poem makes sense with the drug meaning.

He feels something.

This girl, could be drugs, or could just be his imagination.

A powdery, fluffy friend? That raises so many red flags.

I grab Mr. Cow and I walk next door.

I knock on the door, and it takes a solid minute for him to answer.

He seems very tired.

Extremely tired.

"Hey...", he says sadly, "...come to flip out at me?"

"Can I stay over?"

"Sure, why not? No parental guardians have set foot in this house for eight years."

I come in and sit down. We end up playing video games and he seems to lighten up.

We go out for burgers with Clementine, because she's a big fan of them, then we just sit around watching this movie called To All The Boys I've Loved Before.

"That guy's a dick!" Rivers says to us.

I give him a look that says, Bro, you know your seven-year-old sister is right here, right?

I can tell he knows, because he says, "Oh, trust me, she doesn't mind."

Anyways, we forgot about that poem entirely.

I slept in his bed with him, again, and you know, we made out a little, okay, a lot, and we were about to do it, but then we got tired and fell asleep.

Good night.