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Purely selfish

"What the fuck do you mean I did not get into the club?"

The hallways between classes displayed bulletin boards colored blue. Half the year these boards were filled with information about the college examination dates or the school's newly hired staff inquiries and exceptionally a few students decided it was a great place to post about their annual bong rave parties.

But for the first week of Kazan, the blue board was a site for social acceptance. The heirs signed up for pottery or piano, a few talented artists found their solace in art club or writers bloc and the wannabes with no such skills participated in advertisements.

In the more important news, it was also the place Laila discovered she wasn't recruited for the coding club.

"It's just a club, how does someone fail to join a geeks club?" Laila huffed out in annoyance, eyes glued to the board in hopes that this was just the first list of students. She had been ready to try something new. The coding club was a perfect opportunity. Hell! She even coordinated her outfits.

"Maybe they could not accommodate more than ten students. I mean, every member gets their own computer, right? It's probably budget cut or something." Mila spoke monotonously, not even looking up from her phone. She had recently come across the perks of joining discord after a strong persuasion by her team. Honestly, online gaming seemed more interesting than what her present situation was. A strong force caught the girl off-guard as she jerked her head to smack back whatever hit her.

"Chiort! Laila what is it?"

"Did you even hear me? I have been sabotaged, Mila. On purpose. Someone went above and beyond their comfort zone to make sure I don't join the coding club." Judging by the girl's tone, Mila was sure that Laila had already reached a conclusion and that any effort to change her mind was a second away from discord.

Mila was not interested in her best friend's life to that extend.

A scent of dewy cologne spread in the connecting halls. The weather had been quite sunny considering it was autumn. The campus grounds were spotted with bamboo, honeylocust, and occasionally Japanese maples to break the continuity. The sound of a jay broke the silence which was almost always short-lived. The bird was stunning with a white rump, pinkish upper body, and bright blue streaks. It flew over the smoking zones built on the campus, a place more often used for weed dealings and quickies.

Occupying one of these zones was the president of the coding club, lighting his cheap cinnamon Winston. The boy was wearing ripped jeans with a Calvin Klein peeping from underneath. A white sleeveless shirt with a deep neck was layered with a leather jacket. He was seated underneath a tree accompanied by the same student who had hosted the club table on the first day.

Laila gazed at the boy's relaxed state for a while before straddling her bag over her shoulder. She shrugged her best friend's arm from her embrace and stormed towards the boy. He must've felt the ground vibrate as he raised his eyes in the direction of the incoming female who by her looks, seemed extremely pissed. His body stiffened as Laila threw her bag on the ground, just missing his shoulder. Her gaze pierced through his body.

"You. You did this."

Laila took note of his confused expressions but her rationality was blocked by the need for a dramatic confrontation. She started confronting him about how he did not want her to join the club so he slyly convinced the team to drop her name. It sounded quite exaggerated and was too much work just to avoid one student but she accepted her words and let them flow. Laila wasn't the kind of person who censored her expression when she was mistreated. She did not add a filter.