Undress, shower, dress, and Vlad was out the door and in the garage rubbing his hands all over his brand new bike. The Harley was a gift from his old (young-looking) man before his parents left, however the old him had no real interest in riding it. He preferred to be more low-key. The current him however, the new amalgamation of his current life and his past life, well he had no need to be high-key or low-key. He would just be.
He would do what he liked. Lived how he liked. After all, there was no longer a need to strive in the way he once did, and there was also no longer the need to be closed off either. He had no unrecognized insecurity in his body. Only contentment.
The ride to school was not a long one. He went quite a bit faster than the speed limit, but he rationalized it as being okay since he was already late and he had to get there fast. Surely any officer would understand.
When he arrived the parking lot of empty. No surprise there. He tied his helmet to his backpack and resolved to create a collapsible helmet that would be convenient to carry. Or, better yet, hire someone else to do it for him. There were no maps or directions indicating where to go, but luckily after a bit of walking around the large ass school he was able to find the administrative office.
When he entered it was to the sight of a middle-aged woman working away on her computer without even bothering to look up as she greeted him with a, "what can I do for you, dear?" That was okay though. He wasn't trying to form a meaningful connection anyway.
"Hello, it's me," he said as he stepped up to the desk, causing the woman to abandon whatever mission she was conducting on her computer to look up at him. He noted her eyes widen for a moment when she took in his appearance and he relished the smug sense of satisfaction that washed over him as a result. The bubble always worked.
In the past, he rose due to his shrewd mind, calculative instinct, and sheer fucking will. However, to say that the attractiveness bubble did not greatly contribute to his success would be a lie. Beautiful people are always treated better. Jack Donaghy said it best. The only difference was, unlike Drew in 30 Rock, he was actually self aware. . . most of the time.
The woman pushed the glasses up her nose once before speaking. "Hello, young man. What can I do for you today?" Her tone was both friendly and professional, which spoke well for the staff of the school in his opinion if this was the face they chose to represent them. Although, due to the bubble, he learned early on not to take the way people treated him, to be how they treated everyone else. He dated some bitches, with a capital B, in the past who were the nicest people in the world to him, but absolute trash to everyone else.
"I'm new here, as evident by the lost look on my face," he said as he looked around the office like he was searching for something, which earned him a smile from the lady that he happily returned. "I was wondering if you could give me my class schedule and also would it be too much trouble to get a map of the school?" He asked.
"I can definitely get you your schedule, but there is no school map," she told him apologetically.
So, he smiled a smile that would make Neal Caffrey proud.
"Could you make me one?"
Vlad journeyed through the school following the route on the detailed map that he memorized at a glance. He was in no hurry, due to the extended hall pass that he was given after he and the lady bonded over map making and the perils of being around annoying teenagers and miserable educators. It was quite nice and he was glad that he had established a meaningful connection despite his earlier internalized playful pessimism.
His first class of the day, since he missed homeroom, was English. He took a moment before going in to give himself a once over. 'Fit check. All dope.' Then, he knocked once and opened the door on the start of his new education journey. He dropped out in the 9th grade in his past life and he was really looking forward to experiencing everything he missed in this one.
After all, high school is supposed to be the best years of boring people's lives, so it must be doing something right.
-Sam-
Samantha LaRusso was pissed. Annoyed, pissed, and annoyed. But mostly pissed the fuck off.
Last night her and Kyler went on a date. The creepy weirdo tried to get handsy, and after telling him no and him insisting on being a creep, Sam had no choice but to choose violence.
When she got to school today she figured he would keep his head down due to being embarrassed, but instead what she found was a bunch of people whispering about her. It didn't take her long to learn what they were whispering and laughing about. Apparently the creep has been going around telling anyone who will listen that Sam sucked him off and now the gossip has been spread.
Sam isn't sure if it's the lie, the fact that so many people seem to think it's okay to make fun of somebody because of it, or if it's the fact that she has no doubt in her mind that most of the people pointing and mocking definitely aren't virgins themselves. Which Kyler probably is, now that she thinks about it. Why else would he feel the need to go around bragging about something that didn't even happen unless he just couldn't get a girl?
As Sam sat there in English barely paying attention to what the teacher was saying and wondering how it would feel to put Kyler's face in the dirt, she was snapped out of her musing by a knock at the door, then it opened. Sam looked up and her mind went blank for a second.
She knew that face. That very very nice looking face. She saw it this morning running down her street.
She watched the boy enter the class, scan his, 'what color is that', eyes around the room before they focused on her for a split second, then continue their quick sweep. 'Does he recognize me? Yasmin was the one driving!' Sam thought in her head, feeling like she needed to explain herself for some reason. But then she shook that feeling off. Clearly her head was all out of wack.
The boy handed a slip of paper to Mr. Hansen, who took a quick look at it before nodding his head and handing it back.
"Class," Mr. Hansen said as he addressed the class. "We have a new student. Welcome Vlad, is that short for something?" Mr. Hansen asked and Sam almost rolled her eyes due to the fact that that's clearly what it said on the paper that he just read.
"Yes. It's short for Cadisavladseris," the boy replied and Sam felt her lips tug at the sound of his smooth, chocolatey voice. Then, she shook her head again. She was really out of it. Then, she remembered the words he just said and had to blink twice, 'what type of name is that?'
Mr. Hansen paused as he looked at Kad... then he cleared his throat. "Right. Well, that is a very interesting name. Can I ask its origin?" If Sam weren't wondering the same thing she would be rolling her eyes. Teachers are always teaching.
"My imagination. I was just joking." Sam paused. The class paused. Mr. Hansen paused. He said those words so plainly that Sam wasn't sure anyone actually caught the meaning without having to double check it in their heads to be sure he just said that he was kidding. That's not how you deliver a joke!
"Pfft," and yet, Sam chuckled. As did a few others, so maybe it just worked. At least Mr. Hansen seemed to think so if the smile on his face was any indication.
"Well, I'll just stick with Vlad if that's okay. Why don't you go take a seat and we can get you caught up. Just choose any open seat."
Sam looked around. There was only one open seat.
A backpack with a motorcycle helmet attached was placed in the aisle beside her desk. Then, "hey, I'm Vlad, in case that wasn't clear."
Sam looked over and met a pair of the silver? grey eyes. The contrast between them and the honey colored skin and the long black hair that framed his face was a lot of details to take in, but Sam did her best to play it cool. "Uh-hi. I'm Vlad! No, your name is Vlad. Aha! That's really cool, by the way. I'm Samantha- Sam. LaRusso. Sam LaRusso." Yeah. She definitely pulled that off.
-Vlad-
Vlad mentally shook his head as he listened to her flustered introduction. He didn't watch the show past the third season, but he did basically know what happened up to the sixth season due to watching clips and recaps on youtube (thank you Man of Recaps), and if there was one thing he knew for certain and without a doubt it was that the majority of the people on that show were a bunch of fucking nerds.
Perhaps that's why he was so annoyed by their half-assed gang activity. It just lacked a sense of... well.. sense. It just made no actual sense. He could see if it was bullies vs whatever or about a girl, like in the first movie, but instead it was just... a bunch of idiots fighting a dojo war and acting like it was a legitimate beef. Nah, not in this reality.
He looked down at the hand that Sam had thrust in his direction with a hopeful look on her face. It had a hint of trepidation as well though, like she thought he was going to reject the skinship or something. Maybe in an anime world he would hesitate in the face of such lewdness, but this isn't an anime world.
"Nice to meet you Sam LaRusso. Mind if I just call you Sam?" He took her hand in his and gave it a single up down like they just settled some business. But the smile on her face let him know that she could tell he was keeping it light.
"Yeah, yes! That's my name, so you can use it. Can I call you Vlad?" She asked, with less nervousness in her tone.
"That's my name. So, you can use it."
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"You can let go of my hand now." Vlad chuckled in his mind. This was gonna be fun.