"Any of it all?" Cici asked.
"Lincoln Loud is back in town." This almost made the girls drop their glasses. The boy gained a less favorable reputation than many thought; for a few, mostly adults, it was because the town had so much money, but for curious, misguided, and ignorant teenagers, it was quite the opposite.
"I found out he blew up his little sister's room, and that's why they sent him to a reformatory in Canada because non of the country would accept him," said Molly.
"I heard the explosion made him so disfigured that now he can only go out at night," commented Cici.
"I knew they had to call four police patrols to escort the car to where it was going," said Christina.
So they kept talking about the rumors that were being spread about Lincoln.
"Hey, Christina, is it true that Lincoln once tried to make a sex doll of you with clothes he stole from you, hair you cut, and a picture of you?" asked Cici.
"Oh yeah, it was a terrible thing. I had to change schools after that. Christina responded by acting and doing dramatic poses.
"How do they let out a criminal like Lincoln Loud?" Molly asked indignantly.
"I bet he already escaped from the reformatory," Cici said, banging her fists on the table.
"If so, it is our duty as responsible citizens to capture Lincoln Loud." Christina said decisively
"Yes!" the three shouted when the door opened and they saw Clyde enter.
"Look, it's the McBride boy." Molly referred to "the son of the gays."
The girls sneered in a low voice when they saw an albino boy enter behind him, leaving them dumbfounded. His muscular figure and way of dressing made him look like a bad boy, and his hairstyle that covered his eyes gave him a mysterious aura.
"Oh my God, who is this hottie?" Molly asked, salivating at the sight of the mysterious boy.
"Bah. Bah. Bah." Cici was fascinated by repeating the word "bah" over and over again while Christina applied lipstick and curled her eyelashes.
The girls group had seen all kinds of boys since they entered high school and developed their bodies to attract their attention, but they were all typical clichés they had already seen in movies, and there were bad boys, rude boys, sensitive boys, theatrical boys, musical boys, and even foreigners. They only used them to gain popularity points in school and then finish them, but There was something different about that mysterious white-haired young man who astounded them—an aura that seemed to bring out the best in every boy from all over the world. A perfect blend that balances good and bad, rudeness and tenderness, mystery and expression, balance and grace with simplicity and masculinity They didn't know what it was, but something attracted them, especially Christina, who could sense she'd seen that white-haired boy before.
Christina let out a long sigh. "I don't know why, but that boy reminds me of someone."
"He might be the MacBride lover. In that case, he's out of my league," Molly suggested wistfully.
"I don't think so. He's dating some crazy aliens. They must be friends or something." Cici said.
"Whatever it is, I will make him my boyfriend." Christina said this as she finished getting ready by putting on some perfume.
"You really want this person to notice you," Cici thought.
At the other table, Clyde had already ordered, so he sat across from Lincoln. "And what do you think of the new Royal Woods, Lincoln?"
The girls who heard this name jumped out of their seats. "Lincoln?" They said in unison.
The three covered their mouths as they saw that what they now knew as Lincoln was turning in all directions as if he were looking for something. The girls were paralyzed even longer when they saw how Lincoln was talking to a waitress they knew about. At school, they call her Pamela or Pam to her friends, and the group witnesses Pam pass out while Lincoln helps her.
"Meeting, now," said Christina, dragging her friends into the café's bathroom.
Inside the bathroom, the girls were still absorbing what they had just heard.
"It is absolutely, utterly, literally impossible for that man to be Lincoln-Marie Loud." Molly said as she walked back and forth.
"Yes, a disfigured, burnt Lincoln Loud only goes out at night; that boy had porcelain skin, and though his hair covered a good part of his face, it can't be him; his burns are supposed to keep him from going out during the day." Cici was suspicious of the situation.
For her part, Christina was leaning her hands on the bathroom sink and looking in the mirror. She saw her face made up recently—the pink color of the lipstick that adorned her mouth, her long eyelashes, the blush that was on her cheeks, as well as the sense of the scent of her perfume that was fading away thanks to the drops of sweat that were She falls on her neck because of her nerves. She knew something about that boy that was familiar to her, but she still didn't believe it. "No, it can't be him; that boy can't be Lincoln Loud," thought Christina. Seeing Cici and Molly upset by the news, she takes on her role as leader of the group. "Girls, calm down." She shouted out in an authoritative voice like Lori's, and it was very touching because her friends stopped talking like stopped-up puppets. Once they regained their composure, Christina began to speak. "Well, we're obviously confused by what McBride said, but come on, do you really think that kid is really Lincoln Loud?" Christina asked with a hint of nervousness in her voice as well as on her face, accompanied by a forced laugh that her friends didn't notice.