I woke up sleeping on the desk during the lesson. I think the teacher was trying to explain math, but on the screen there were also a lot of letters along with those numbers.
There was a line separating the ones standing at the top from the ones standing at the bottom, and as the professor was slowly showing how to resolve such a formula, it just made it seem like it was expanding itself.
What the hell? Why is it getting longer rather than shorter? Oh, he's breaking it apart… Still, why does that look so…
When I looked around, I found myself sitting in the corner of the room. Leo was sitting beside me, also barely awake while doodling on the notes app instead of putting notes in there.
"Hey, isn't there usually some sort of… I don't know, but wouldn't the first class be a light one?" I asked Leo as I began to stretch my body.
"But we're already done with the presentations; you were simply passed out during them." He answered me as he shrugged his shoulders and also began stretching.
Wait, why can I see the board? This is supposed to be a…
As I looked around paying more attention, I saw the class split in two. On the left side, the one we were in, there were mostly other kids of our age playing on their phones and distracted talking to one another. On the right, there were the other students, the ones that rightfully belonged to that classroom.
Leo then slid a small pill across the table for me to take; it was part of my medication.
"Can I—" I wanted to avoid taking the pill to be able to summon my powers, even for a little while, to feel once again powerful and punish the bastard who knocked me out.
"Nope!" Leo interrupted me, and by applying pressure to one end of the pill, he made it fly directly into my mouth, effectively shutting me down.
"If you start hallucinating again and do what you did at the hospital, you might get banned from ever entering school again," he explained as he used both his hands to close my mouth and forced me to swallow said pill.
Okay, okay, I got it; there's no need to be so forceful. You could've choked me to death if something went wrong there.
It's not like I'm ever going to be needing to finish a school; like, what's the point if I'm going to inherit the position from our uncle? Wait, really? What's the point of this school? I won't ever need a piece of paper from this school; even if some family lost their position over here, the piece of paper gained here would be worth shit on the surface.
I glanced at the world outside the window. Today was a day without many clouds, and because of that I could see the floating city in all of its glory, the pristine white buildings adorned with all kinds of colorful windows, the colorful roads, and the colorful dresses the people living there were wearing.
Guarding the many floating islands were large flying robots; the most impressive part was how quiet they were. Even when moving their spears around, connecting one island to another, they barely made any sound.
Even though it was early in the morning, the moon was still visible in the skies, shining brighter than ever, with its large eyes looking at me, while smiling with such a creepy face it made chills run down my spine.
I had more or less gotten used to it, although the pills were helping a lot; they weren't able to completely block the corruption's effects. Another issue I had with those pills is that they made me go to the bathroom a little too often.
There was a small bottle of soda on the corner of the table, so to wash off that uncomfortable moment, I decided to open it up and take a sip, only to spit it all out.
Ugh, it's fucking warm and nowhere near sweet enough. Don't tell me this is the "diet" version of sugar-free bullshit.
I couldn't read the label; it was written in a foreign language. Leo was trying to hold back his laughter; the rest of the class looked shocked. Even the teacher had temporarily stopped giving his lesson to stare at what was happening on our hand.
"Have you tried this shit?" I asked Leo while passing the bottle to him; he politely pushed it back to me and nodded in response.
So I took the bottle, stood up, and then regretted that choice as I finally noticed that I was at the center of the attention. I still proceeded with my original idea and headed over towards the entrance door to see if there was a bin nearby where I could throw the bottle; unfortunately, there wasn't.
"Is there a problem?" The teacher asked me.
Leo was barely holding it together while I was feeling lost like a deer in the headlights, frozen in time as I watched everyone stare at me with an incredulous face in complete silence.
The teacher was extremely offended, while the rest seemed just shocked.
Well, I already got in trouble; might as well go all the way. I doubt the opinion they have of me can go any lower.
"This sucks. Why isn't there like a bin to throw trash in?" I commented as I headed towards the nearest window. I opened it and threw the bottle out of there as far as I could.
That's when Leo burst out laughing, while I tried to calmly walk back to my seat.
"Lucifer Jittermeist!" It took a while for the professor to recover from the shock, but when he did, he was pissed; he was red in the face, his veins in his neck bulging out, and he even inadvertently broke the pen he was holding as he called me out using my full name.
That's when Leo's laughter became even louder and louder as he burst out laughing to no end.
I could see something snap inside the professor; he took a deep breath to calm his nerves, and before we knew it, we were standing outside the class as punishment.
"Haaa, I never laughed so hard in my life." Leo commented as he wiped away tears in his eyes.
"What's there to laugh at? It was a super awkward situation for me." I complained.
"But it was so funny to see you panic at each step and just decide to keep on going like nothing happened." Just reminiscing about those horrible moments was enough to put an annoying smile on his face as he began to wipe away the tears forming in his eyes.
"Was it that obvious?" I asked him.
"You weren't even trying to hide it; what is that surprised look for? Aww, come on now, don't get all shy here; I'm sure the others also found it just as funny." He said as he put his arm over my shoulder and gave me small pats on the back.
"Silence!" The teacher shouted from within the classroom.
"By the way, you shouldn't have thrown away the drink." He commented in between his giggles.
"Why not?" I asked.
"It was a gift from Erika." He promptly answered while turning around to look at the many students in the class.
"Which one of them is Erika?" I also turned around, much to the displeasure of the professor, and began scanning the class, trying to get a quick glance at all of the girls.
There were three older ones, one sitting on the lap of the bastard who knocked me out, and seven girls our age. Among them, one stood out the most because she had brown hair instead of having strange colors like green, purple, or cyan.
"Which one do you think she is?" Leo asked me; I could see the corners of his mouth rising.
What are you up to now?
"I don't know, I would say… Probably the curly-haired one? Pink hair, green eyes." I answered.
"And why did you choose her?"
"I don't know, I think back on the surface I was used to seeing the ones with the strangest hair colors being the ones often having the strangest taste for things; maybe that's why she handed me such a disgusting drink." I tried to justify it in my head.
"Nope, she's the brown-haired one. Oh, and she can hear us perfectly." He spoke in a completely serious tone.
"Let's go; I'm getting bored of standing here." He then began to head towards the elevator.
"Go where?"
"Anywhere else, it's not like we can really understand the lesson, so we might as well enjoy the time we have. I'm kind of hungry; if you follow me, I'll show you a great place to get a snack in times like these." He responded confidently.
I glanced back at the professor, who clearly was trying his best to ignore us, and then back at Leo. I honestly didn't want to start off with a bad impression, but at that point it was probably too late.
Ah, fuck it, whatever happens happens; the opinion they have of me is already at rock bottom. One more thing on that giant pile won't make much of a difference.