Vlad Kills Cobra Kai

"Look, I'm not saying that you have to take a bat to his legs. Only that you should," he clarifies with his hands raised as if that somehow makes it less insane.

Sam isn't sure why she finds it so funny, but whatever.

"I'm not going to "take a bat" to anyone. That's crazy," she laughs.

He shrugs. "Maybe, but it would definitely get him to shut his mouth and most importantly, it would send a message. Samantha The Bat LaRusso is not to be fucked with."

Sam falls onto her side laughing on the bleachers. She honestly can't remember the last time she laughed so hard. "Samantha The Bat?! What is that?"

"That!" He exclaims pointing at her, "could be your new nickname, but you're playing." Sam just keeps laughing, feeling better about her decision to skip class already.

They sit outside for a while, just talking about nothing at all. The topic of rumors or Kyler no longer comes up and Sam is grateful for that. It's not that she thinks he will judge her, anymore, but she also doesn't really care too much to think about it at the moment. As she sits there having fun simply talking she tries to remember the last time she felt this good just talking to someone.

Moon is sweet. And funny. And very pretty. Yasmin is... okay, on most days. She can be snarky and a little mean, but there's a sweetness there as well. It's just rarely shown. But, despite that though, Aisha is her oldest friend and Sam had been feeling guilty before about basically ditching her to hang out with the "cool" kids. Now, as she sits there just laughing like its easy, she remembers what she was missing. The effortlessness that comes with not having to pretend or watch what she says in order to try to sound cool or like she knows what she's talking about. It's nice. And she misses her friend.

So, Sam's going to do something about it.

-Vlad-

We managed to spend an entire class period just talking about nonsense. It was nice to be able to help the girl with her clear emotional distress, but that wasn't the only reason I wanted to have a chance to talk with her one on one. It was also a fact that I wanted to understand her a little bit better. And most importantly, myself.

I watched her on a show, now I was talking to her in reality and I felt I needed to know if I would experience any of that nonsense like an overinflated sense of self-importance, like I'm the only real person here, or maybe a sense of detachment or something. But, instead, it was no different from talking to any other person that I've ever spoken to as far as feelings went, which was a very good thing. Running around subconsciously acting like nobody else mattered would have gotten real old real fast. I easily empathized with her plight. Having a bunch of people talking about you behind your back is never a fun experience, let alone being accused of doing something you didn't and then having people judge you for it. It sucks. A lot.

When I said she should take a bat to the boy's knees, I wasn't joking. That is the least he deserves. Dude's a creep and it's best to snuff that shit out in the beginning, before the creep thinks he can get away with treating women or people like they're just toys for him to play with.

Yes. I decided.

I would handle his education myself.

English first period. History second period, which I missed. Now, it was time for French. I made my way to the class, ignoring the stares that I was receiving from the masses. It was nothing new. I'm very good looking. But I'm also new and shiny, so of course people are going to look. Once they realize how ordinary I am I have no doubt they will lose interest. Or not. It doesn't matter.

I ease into French class on time, since I already knew where to go, and find a seat near the back by the window. It wasn't until I was already sitting that I realized I was right behind the preferred seat of the protagonist in most universes. And that's when a nervous looking kid with a slit on his upper lip barely spared me a glance and sat in the seat. That's funny.

I noted a few familiar faces from the show throughout the day and in this class. Two of which were Yasmin and Moon who took seats on the opposite side of the class near the door. They were too caught up in whatever they were talking about to notice me, but that was okay. I wouldn't judge anyone, or at least I would try not to, based on their character on the show. That was only a snapshot of who they were. I prefer to talk to the person and form my own opinion. Especially since people usually treat me differently than they do others, so it's best to judge people based on how they treat me and how I feel about how they treat others.

Class started with a roll call and my name was not called, which meant that the office has yet to update the roster for my classes. What are you playing at, Janice? That's the name of the lady in the office. If I had to guess I would say that it's a system that doesn't automatically update, or maybe the roll doesn't. I can't be sure, but what I do know is that I now have to make my presence known, lest I get marked absent on the backend when I'm actually there. I can't have that. Although, this probably means that my history teacher didn't even realize I skipped their class. So, win for me.

I raise my hand and wait for the teacher to look up. It doesn't take her long to notice, but instead of calling on me, she instead takes a quick look back at her roll sheet, no doubt looking for the name that she somehow missed and doesn't recognize.

When she fails she looks back up at me and stands. "Bonjour, Monsieur. I received an email about a new student in my class, but your name isn't yet in the system. Please, stand and introduce yourself." She sounds American. Very disappointing.

I stand and now is when I'm noticed. A few eyes widen. I hear one gasp. That seems a bit much, but I cannot fault whoever it was.

"Hello," I begin. "I'm Vlad. Coretti." I let my eyes roam over the class now that everyone is facing me. "I like people, places, and things." As I say things my eyes land on Yasmin for a second who looks giddy with excitement at my addition to her class. Yeah, I'm currently shiny. "If you want to know specifics, try to get to know me. Maybe we can be friends. Thank you." I end looking at Moon, who also looks way too excited. People are so shallow. But, at least some of them are nice to look at.

Class goes by in a blur. I use that time to attempt to meditate. I want to see if I can zone out of class in such a way that I'm still aware of my surroundings without being actually present and paying attention. I want it to be as if I walk in a class, sit down, blink, and then class is over unless I'm called upon. It's a valuable skill to have in school and it's one that I'm determined to perfect.

The bell rings and as I make my way out of class, Yasmin and Moon are standing there, waiting. On who? -They perk up as I exit.- Me, obviously.

"Hi," I greet them with a smile and hold out my hand. Yasmin takes it in hers. "Hi, I'm Yasmin. This is Moon." She does not let go of my hand, so Moon waves and I use my other hand to wave back.

"It's nice to meet you both. I'm Vlad." She now lets go of my hand. "Say, you wouldn't happen to know where," I hold up my schedule, "Biology 101 with Ms. Everson is would you?" Moon bounces once on her toes as she gets very much in my personal space.

"I do, that's my next class!" Yasmin looks a little disappointed.

"Mind showing me the way?" I ask, keeping the easy smile on my face. It's easy to smile when talking to someone who just gives off happy vibes so loud you can practically hear them singing. It's a little overshadowed by all the people walking around us, but I can still practically feel her excitement.

"Sure!" She says and takes my arm with hers. "Bye, Yasmin," she waves at her friend as she begins to lead me down the hall.

"Bye, Yasmin," I use my free hand to wave at Yasmin who's pursing lips formed into a smile at my goodbye.

"Bye!"

Ah, more nice people.