Fierce

Chapter 2- The Only Bearable Informatics

🎧 Flight of the Stars- ZAYN

I sassily strolled down the school's hallway, radiating a rather bad bitch vibe. I could sense all the boys gawking at me -checking me out as if they'd never seen a woman before- as I made my way to my locker. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love attention. People think they know you, they know what you do, they know what you feel, but truth be told, you can never fully get to know someone. There'll always be this mysterious, dark side that no one knows about. In my case, I happen to be completely mysterious, choosing to keep everything to myself. After all, I sort of am a criminal.

As I was re-applying my rosé lip tint, staring at my reflection in the mirror of my locker, I noticed a blonde, broad guy approaching me. To whom do I owe the pleasure today?
I slammed my locker's door and put the combination that locked it.
"Someone's angry." I heard that barbie look-alike saying before I turned my back my back to him. "Well, you can say it's more a matter of attitude." I replied, lightly smirking. "Where are my manners? Let me introduce myself. I'm Sergio. Sergio DeLavigne." He said with a smug smile plastered across his face.
Sergio was tall, approximately 6"5. He had broad shoulders and dirty blonde hair, honey brown eyes, red plump lips that were very tempting, and a deadly smile. Definitely not my type.
"Well, I'm Scarlett Evans, nice to meet you, Mr. DeLavigne.", he chuckled lightly.
"I saw you performing earlier and honestly, chapeau-bas. I've never seen someone with such rapid reflexes and strong tricks. I'm absolutely impressed. Just, wow." he muttered in a seemingly french accent.

I won't lie. I felt really flattered then. But all I managed to mutter was a simple "Oh". I gave him a half smile "Thank you, Sergio. You know, you have a really strange name for a french guy." I said, trying to change the subject. He leaned against the lockers to rest. "That's because my mother's span-"  He got caught off by the the sound alarming -and terribly annoying- sound of the bell. Thank god. This is the first time I'm thankful to hear that awfully loud bell.
"I'm sorry, Sergio, we should be going." and without hesitating, I turned my back and hurried to the computer lab.
"Hey Scarlett! Can we at least exchange num-". But his voice faded away as I started getting further. Poor Sergio!

We had our second exam: informatics. Something I hated! For god's sake, I'm a criminal, not a computer geek! But you never know when and where you'll need them until you actually are in a sticky situation-trust me, I've been there. It's definitely not a scenario you would like yo be caught up in.

As my leather Dr. Martens boots clicked in the hallways of the computer lab, the students' chattering and the chaos that reigned turned into the strangest silence. What? Is there a ghost or something?
Something- or rather someone- caught my sight. Here she was, standing tall. She was wearing a black skinny skirt that fit her all too perfectly, a white body that enhanced her waist and a black blazer for a formal look. She had a popping red lipstick on. You wouldn't believe it if I told you she was a computer teacher. She, indeed, looked like a certfied criminal. At first glance, you'd think she's scary with the way she walks sassily and subconciously, in a way everyone would feel her glares behind their backs. And that is probably why Mrs. Olivera turned out to be my favorite teacher- my informatics teacher.

While my classmates looked at her meticulously, nobleness in their eyes, she cut the the silence like a sharp knife. No one expected what her voice would sound like; she had a squeaky, soft voice that would dupe anyone who heard it. A voice so very sweet and angelic. Who would have thought that the baddest of all the badasses in our academy would sound like that?!

"Finally! The last student, now we can take our test. Take a seat, Ms. Martin." she said, widely smiling at me with pure joy in her eyes as if she'd know me forever.
I managed to take a seat near Abi that had chosen to sit in the middle of the classroom.

The computer lab was gigantic. It had new machines that I never saw all around, and the most modernized spectacular computers. I think I could get used to this academy after all.
"Hello everyone! My name's Lina Olivera. Now, I have some news. Both good and bad. Bad news is that I'm your computer teacher. Good news is that I'm your computer teacher! How's that possible? Glad you asked. It's true, informatics in a criminals' school is all about hacking into systems, programming complex algorithms, deteriorating cameras and programming bots. But, my dears, this is going to be absolutely epic! I'm going to teach you all of this in a very bizzarre way. I know, I know, you're probably thinking that I'm nuts",

Everyone laughed and the class's mood rotated 360 degrees from earlier when everyone was feeling anxious and uncomfortable, to laughing and sympathizing. She's one of a kind, I swear!

"Well, I assure you that I'm not. In today's exam I won't ask you to deteriorate a system, nor give you an algorithm to program. That's way too boring! We're going to hack into the losers' school cameras— together." The classroom broke into a fit of whispers and everyone felt the same vibe; we were all excited, feeling adventurous: we were going to try something new, more like atypical, with a more atypical teacher.

I cackled when I remembered whag Mrs. Olivera said earlier- "losers school"and by that she meant the neighboring high schoool. I seriously love her sense of humor. Sometimes I think that Mrs. Olivera is my spirit animal.
Anyway, she asked us to sit in a circle, and we did as told. Everyone switched their tables, facing the huge active board that we were going to project our work on.

When everyone was ready, Mrs. Olivera asked us to put our gear on, meaning our headphones, and a microphone. I knew exactly how to hack a computer, I've hacked an uncountable amount with Abi. Our gang provided us the best crime education, and I couldn't be more grateful to my parents -that are both the mafia's leaders- that trained me.

"Can anyone tell me what the first step to hacking into a camera system is?" our teacher asked. "To use a *nix terminal for commands. Cygwin for a start." I heard Abi replying. I gave her a supportive smile. "Correct! But you see, Abigail, this is very standard. And one thing you should know about me, students, is that I hate everything that's standard! I find traditional ways too boring. Hacking doesn't have rules. There's a billion ways in which you could hack a system! I'm going to teach you my favorite method. Please adjust  your headphones and concentrate on what I'm abou to do."
She started typing out a program with a language we barely ever used. I glanced at Abi, that was fully into it, and I could see the surprise in her look. Mrs. Olivera was indeed, very smart. That moment I knew exactly why she was an informatics teacher. This woman was an absolute GENIUS, you can't deny. The way she used commands and prompts very meticulously, oddly, but also in a speed of light rapidness. You could see why she was very good: unlike myself, it was her thing.

The adrenaline kicked in as we all waited silently for her to enter the public school's system, and in a matter of seconds, all the institution's cameras where here, being projected on the screen in front of us! "BINGO!" we heard Mrs. Olivera saying. The headmisstress' office, the hallways, even the janitor's closet! Everytjing! This was incredible. "And that kids, is how you hack in a school's system in-" She looked at her chronometer to check the exact time it took. "- One minute, ten seconds and thirty-two milliseconds."
Everyone in the classroom had their mouth agape. "What about the test?" a girl, I recognized as Gemma Gardener asked.

Yes, I memorized all the students name and a couple of information about them alright. I can't be clueless. It's not an option.
"Oh! The test. Well, since you kids where attentive during all the process, you shall all pass." Everyone in the room was relieved, I felt it. The anxiety disappeared and we heard the students sighing in unison.

"Well, what are you guys still doing here! GET OUT!" We heard Mrs. Olivera ordering us jokingly. Everyone hurried to get out of the class, a smile adorning their faces.
"This was one hell of a session!" Abi said, while hurrying to catch me up.
"I KNOW!" I shouted out of stupefaction. "Never in my life would I have thought that I'd love a numerology course that much!"
"What's our next exam?" Abi asked. "Culture and decorum" I replied, checking the email the academy had sent us. "We have a 30 min break though, since we left Mrs. Olivera's class early."
"Well, I think we deserve a snack after all. Let's to the cafeteria, shall we?"
"Yes we should. I'm craving a Kitkat bar, I'll go get one from the vending machine. Save a seat for me!" I told Abi before making my way to the closest vending machine.

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A/N
And this was it for today's chapter. I hoped you enjoyed it as much as I did. By the way I was falling asleep while writing so sorry if there's any mistakes.
-sending lots of love xx ❤️. Y