What A Dream Wants

"Good morning class," Ms. SimpeldeVitch said in a sultry voice. Instantly, as soon as everyone sat down, she was already tried to seduce the boys in the classroom, maybe even some of the girls.

"Today... I'll... be... teaching... you... all... English." She enunciated every word softly, grabbing a ruler, and slapping it softly on her hand, her face... a knowing smile.

Steven didn't understand why she needed a ruler in English. But he was getting bored already, so he fell asleep.

'Mmm-hm...' She could see them drooling over her now. She just needed to tame these boys. 'Boys are soooo~ easy.'

From the corner of her eye, she noticed a girl ignoring her and talking to her friends.

'How dare they ignore me.' She thought to herself, not realizing that most of the class also was ignoring her.

The girl she had her sights on was a girl with luscious wavy pink hair, that gently cascaded down her shoulders. She was talking to her friend.

Her friend was equally beautiful, her slightly tanned and dewy skin, complemented by gorgeous ocean hair and eyes.

Jessica, the simple Vitch, could instantly tell that although their beauty wasn't as mature as hers, their beauty practically eclipsed hers. She couldn't help but feel a bit jealous, and instantly wanted to make trouble for them.

What a witch!

. . .

"Dew, are you gonna participate in the Freshmen duel?" The pink haired girl asked her friend.

"Mmm... I already signed up." The blue haired girl softly said. "What about you?"

"I dunno, I'm not a very good fighter." She sighed.

"Well, as long as the opponent is a boy, you should have no problem, right?" Dew casually winked, twinkles in her eyes.

"Dew!" She reprimanded.

"Aphrosite, you know it's true," Dew said mischievously, her voice clear and smooth.

"Ugh, you're making me sound like a bimbo."

"You aren't?" Dew smiled.

"Oh, you!"

They bickered a while, when out of the blue-

"Ladies! Are you listening to my lecture?" Ms. SimpeldeVitch asked.

"Yes," Dew said, pretending to take notes.

"No," Aphrosite smirked, putting on some lip gloss.

"Don't you know how to give basic respect for teachers? How dare you disrespect your elders!" Ms. SimpeldeVitch shouted, eyes widening.

Aphrosite rolled her eyes.

"Ms. SimpeldeVitch, you are pretty old and basic. I'll be sure to respect you next time." Aphrosite said earnestly.

"What, no! I am not old." Mrs. SimpeldeVitch huffed, flipping her hair. "Address me as Jessica, not Ms. SimpeldeVitch please."

Aphrosite sighed and whispered to her friend, "A classic example of someone whose age is a sore point."

"Indeed," Dew whispered back, nodding.

"Why thank you," Jessica said, her ego soaring through the classroom. Then she used her brain for a while before realizing- "Wait, what do you mean MY age?"

"Are you thirty?" Aphrosite said, twirling her hair, "You're beautiful for a thirty-year-old woman. Honestly, I couldn't even tell at first."

"I'm twenty at heart," Jessica gritted her teeth, her anger seething through her ears, turning into steam.

"Don't worry, we believe you," Aphrosite agreeably nodded.

Dew also nodded.

"You both are insufferable!" Jessica huffed and sashayed away.

"What did we do?" Dew blinked.

"Let's hope she actually teaches English this time." Aphrosite laughed.

They looked at Ms. SimpeldeVitch, who was currently winking at the boys in the classroom, hands in her hair like she just didn't care.