Friendship On Oreos

LXX

Classes have ended, and my dorm is now empty from all life. ENFP is on the school field with the team for her first ever day of proper practice, and I am on my way towards the chess tables, in the school backyard, which is pretty much near the soccer field.
Seems like today was ENFP's lucky day. I am happy for her, and that she can pursue her dream.
In the distance, I spot ISTJ, who was properly organising the chess pieces. I have took the longer route, since it is closer to the field. ENFP spots me, and waves at me, shortly before a guy from her team accidentally runs into her and knocks her to the ground. Ouch... I think I will expect a lot more random bruises on her body.
ISTJ waves me over at his table. He was seated, wearing a short-sleeved, brown shirt. He's lost the hair gel, too, since the heat would completely mess it up. Mr. Fike is not here yet. He is the one who coordinates the chess club. Each club is leaded by a significant teacher.
Mr. Fike is for Chess, Lecture is by our English teacher, Arts club is self explanatory, Crafting club is, surprisingly, leaded by Mr. Mieven, Swimming is taken by Mr. Wiah, and the Cheer-Soccer association thingy is under the P.E. teacher's control.

--Greetings, mate... (ISTJ)

ISTJ seemed drained out by the heat, he speaks faintly. Pulling his shirt's collar in order to make wind did not quite work for him.

--Ugh, some cold water could really work right now, and I mean really! (ISTJ)

All of a sudden, he begins complaining.

--You can say that again... (INTJ)

I carelessly reply, trying to stare at ENFP from a distance. Behind me, I hear ISTJ saying something, however I did not hear him.

--Care for some water? (INFJ)

Out of the blue, I hear INFJ, who I see, after turning to him, holding a tote bag with water bottles. Based on their appearance, they were freezing cold. Now that is something I like.

--Mr. Fike said that he cannot attend today, and that you can leave the place if you want. He doesn't want you all to, quote: "die from the heat outside". (INFJ)

I gently took the cold water bottle from INFJ's hands. I have always wondered what kind of lotion he uses, damn...

--... well, I have mainly brought these for the soccer players and cheerleaders, but ISFJ gave some extras for you all, saying that you do not have to bear the hotness. (INFJ)
--Oh wow, it would be a shame if I didn't send her my most sincere regards! It was sweet of her. (ISTJ)

ISTJ exclaims pleasantly and takes off the water bottle's lid.

--Also, INTJ, the guardian has requested you. (INFJ)

The guardian? What in the tarnation could the guardian need me for?
Most of the time, a guardian will call a student over if they have received objects through mail delivery. Still, who would send me anything through mail?
I thank INFJ, get up and begin making my long way towards the school gates. No need to rush, I will take my sweet time. Or, should I rush? What if it is something important? I highly doubt that ENTP or ESTP have pulled a prank on me, since they are currently having practice. Could it be Sephtis? Some other bored little demon? A complaint from a Karen I've ignored at the store two weeks ago when she tried asking me where the pesto is? An illegal loan?
After what had seemed to be a good ten minutes, I finally arrive at the exit of the school, and I step into the guardian's cabin.

--Good evening, what's your purpose, young boy? (guardian)
--Evening, I have been called in. (INTJ)

The woman places her left leg on top of the other, takes a quick look at me and says: