What the fuck.
For a second she thought the universe was playing a prank on her. But Brutus's reaction to the blue board meant that wasn't the case. She stepped back from the notice board. Her weight felt unstable, almost empty from her shoulders but rock heavy in her legs. The ground seemed to have gained power from below her feet as she stumbled on a chair. A thud sound attracted the attention of those around her as the teacher stooped down.
"Miss! Are you alright?" His eyes lingered around to find a fabric of consciousness. "Should we get her a bottle of water?" a student asked watching the girl's state. "AYE! Shouldn't we worry about brute? It's because of this suka that he's thrown out of the club." She could hear the club students badmouthing her but that's not what she was worried about.
Laila was smiling.
A smirk escaped her mouth, turning into a giggle and then a hysterical laugh. She looked completely psychotic. "So...you're telling me, no you're saying that boy what's his name? Brutus. He was thrown out because of me?" her laughter was still loud.
"What? Did this suka lose her mind?" A soft palm cut the force of wind and landed on someone's bread cheeks. Laila slapped him. "What?Suka? Do you even know me? Why do you keep calling me that when we aren't even close? Now that I've drained your sinuses and cleared your earwax, listen up. I am not responsible for him losing his spot. Get that through your thick head."
She picked up her bag, fixing her glasses. She walked towards the door before turning around and facing the teacher. "I'm sorry for the awkward introductions. I'm Laila by the way. Your new coding club member." And with that, she ran back down the stairs.
Thursday afternoon turned out to be the gloomiest day for Brutus. The boy walked through the hallways which were usually booming with chatter but currently dead silent.
A honeylocust leaf flew from the grounds and latched itself onto his jacket. He picked it up from the stem noticing its compound structure. The way its veins crossed around entangling with the midrib. The leaf went through multiple changes to grow. It stuck to that tree, surviving the harsh climate. But in the end, it lost its power and control. The leaf was choking and dying. Just like Brutus. He spent all this time, working to find a place where he could settle in. He found his people and he set his records.
But he got detached as well. Thrown off grounds.
Laila and Mila were having an extremely busy day. With a set of new notes and three tests next week, their heads were supersaturated. The only sweet part about a Thursday afternoon was Miss Olga's apple pie.
The apples were tart and crisp. The filling pretty syrupy and there's a bit too much of it. The overpowering cinnamon spice is perfectly balanced with a scoop of vanilla ice cream which makes it have an odd texture, but the sweetness balances out the tart. The crust was perfectly flaky, making a mess in your plate which Laila called a work of art.
Grabbing their sweet pieces they crashed in a comfortable spot. Not even the presence of lunchbox friends could ruin their treat. "So you start today?" Mila asked taking a bite of her warm pie, breaking it into small bite-size pieces. She coated the caramelized apple with the vanilla ice cream as she churned the bite in her mouth.
"I do. Thanks to Mr angry pants. He was replaced." The girl wasn't as say happy over Brutus losing his spot in the club. But who was she to question the way karma works. She decided it wasn't the best time for mending her relations with Brutus.
For now, her priority was the apple pie.
The last lecture for Laila's schedule was Radiotherapy. The assigned hall was at the end of her block, so it was a long walk from there to the coding club. She wanted to reach early in order to settle well. Taking a quick jog from the ground floor to the third, her breath hitched. Her exertional intolerance was on the peak as she skipped a stair or two.
Making it to the top, she came across a large French window. Watching her from under the bamboo tree was Brutus. His eyes turning dark and hooded. He glared at her before throwing his cinnamon Winston on the ground and stamping its half-lit cigarette butt. "Creep", she whispered before entering the class.
"AYE, look who decided to show up." A girl got up from her seat, making a place for Laila to sit. The coding club had a majority of boys. You could spot three girls including Laila in there. Not that the club had a sexist policy. From what Laila understood, the club was underrepresented. Considering the fact that this was their first year putting a club table, students at Kazan wouldn't be aware of a coding club unless they inquired firsthand.
"I think proper introductions are in order. Not that your extremely barbaric slap-off didn't work, but let's be civil." The teacher motioned his hand towards the class projector.
"I'm Laila. I'm a senior taking an MBBS course. I was in the cheerleading club before joining here. I'm not a pro, just aware of a few programming software. I wish to learn something new! Also...I hate it when someone I don't know calls me a Suka." The girl smiled before taking her seat. The teacher cleared his throat to get everyone's attention.
"Khorosho. I am your professor who doesn't get paid enough to handle your drama, Mr. Ivanov Dimitri. You can call me ONLY when it's necessary. Now students, introduce yourself to Miss Akhmetova-"
"Actually you can just call me Lai-""I will call you what I want, thanks." Great! Her teacher is an ignorant bastard. Everyone introduced themselves one by one and the class began.
Her first in the club wasn't eventful. She learned a few basic codes and kept practicing them over and over. Maybe it was the first day, so she took time adjusting.
It was not just the first day.
The first week of Laila's coding club was monotonous. Almost as if she was living the same day, stuck in a loop. The same three codes. The same program. She wasn't learning anything new. Dimitri visited the club only twice after her first day and the students weren't caving in either. They were isolating her.
This was bullshit. She needed to approach the problem here. The teacher was ignorant, but at least the students could be reasonable. Laila tried expressing her concerns to Mila and Ali Raza. They said she needed time to settle in. That was bullshit.
"But why can't I just work on your project?" the girl voiced herself to a few of her clubmates. "If Dimitri wanted you to work with us, he would've assigned you."
"Dimitri hardly comes here. Besides, I've been typing the same codes for a week. I need something new." Her tone turned demanding. One of the club members stood up from his seat and pushed the rest aside.
"How about you go back to your dance class and let Brutus take his rightful spot." He said with arrogance. "So this is about him. You guys think I replaced him. I hate to break it to you, but I didn't do shit. I won't mind him coming in this club, in fact, I've been meaning to talk to Dimitri about it." The girl reasoned calmly, trying her best not to bitch-slap him again.
And it seemed to have worked.
"Khorosh, if you promise to get Brute back in the club, then there's only one step left in getting accepted."
"Done! I'll do that too. What is it?" the kids started smirking, making Laila feel a bit intimidated. "Of course Brute needs to be present to explain the whole thing. But you see, you haven't been initiated."
Now what the fuck is that.
GLOSSARY
Khorosh: ALRIGHT
suka: BITCH
*I am so sorry I couldn't post yesterday. my computer was being a bitch. but I may double post today. I love ya.*
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