Enter The Snitch!

Another brand new day, a Thursday, presents itself, as the sunrays open the cheeky duo from their slumber, as Hannah and Misha go about their now typical routine for getting ready, saying their loving goodbyes for the day to their new mothers as they then meet at the school gates, walking into school with no care for the gossiping surrounding them.
Well, for now, they don't care as a few students chat about them with curiosity, but two unknown yet familiar girls watch from the first floor windows overlooking the front gates, seemingly observing the two.
The tall girl, folding her arms with a disgusted stare, comments on the two students below, “Well, looks like the two troublemakers are making a scene again. What do you think we should do about them?”
A short girl sat behind her, writing in her pad, replies confidently, “I already have an idea that’s in current progress, so don’t you worry. Those two little rebels will be dealt with, with no escape from their inconsequential judgement. I have it all covered.”
Erm, unknown to the two student council members, Hannah and Misha fourth wall break and decide to talk about the two who were just talking about them as they walk through the corridors to their form room.

“So, aside from chilling out in our new clubs," Hannah begins, changing her typical topic of anime and games, "what should we do about the two from the student council?”
Misha raises an eyebrow with an expression of little interest, “Was I supposed to acknowledge them? Aside from apparent no escape from ‘inconsequential judgement’, we’ll just mess with them like everyone else.”
Bonking her fist with acknowledgement, Hannah responds with casualness, “True, but which girl would you pick to deal with? The dark-red haired beauty or the cute pink-haired-?" pausing before knowing the answer Misha would give, "oh, never mind. I already know.”
“Yup, she’s mine to take home,” Misha says, nodding that it's the pink haired girl.
Hannah leans in behind Misha's right shoulder, cheekily smiling, “If you do, be sure to take lots of snacks to keep her occupied.”
“I can finally have a new younger sister to keep me company when I’m bored with nothing else to do," Misha replies with absolute certainty, before an idea pops into her head, "Ooo, she could be my dress-up doll,” thumb-bumping her fist on her palm, eyes sparkling at the brilliant idea.
“Well, for the red-head beauty… I would totally-,” Hannah says with a perverted smile, before Misha hand gestures a police stop sign, “Please, no more. I don’t want to hear such inappropriate details whilst I’m imagining the adorableness with the pink-haired cutie every day until death do us part.”
Shaking her head with disappointment, Hannah alternatively implies, “I was not thinking of anything indecent. Although…,” smirking with a teasing grin, “I’m imagining how the girl with a bombastically sexy body responds to a deep, passionate massage… hehe.”
Knowing what the response would be, Misha bluntly says, “All I’m imagining is the bobby minutes afterwards.”
“Oho, guess I could entertain some sexy policewomen afterwards!” Hannah replies assertively with her fingers tweaking, trying to brush aside the implication of authoritative justice, Misha replying in kind, “Oh no… Run from the gremlin grabba.”
“Oh-ho, I’m gonna grab ya,” Hannah jokes in a raspy, smoker tone.
Laughing at the stupidity, both girls reach the form room after giggling about the so-called suspicious student council, Hannah hugs Ellica from behind as she sorts out her books for the day, Ellica responding with a welcoming blush before Hannah sits down with Misha to yap about usual nerdy topics.

Before the bell is scheduled to ring, the pink-haired girl, known as the Vice President, had reached out to the same class as Misha and Hannah to any students interested in keeping an eye on them. This, obviously, came with tempting rewards of scholarship recommendations to entice anyone willing to be a spy.
Well, someone did.
“So, you’ve come,” the pink haired girl begins, standing with her pad in hand, as the student presents herself by walking into the council room, standing in front of her.
“Yes, I have,” the girl nods.
“Perfect, since us at the Student Council have been acknowledging a few certain students that we have noticed are in need of behavioural correction on school grounds,” placing her hands on her hip, “and we need someone to get the information to verify the rumours of such individuals; that’s why we recruited someone like yourself,” the Vice President says at the girl with a stare of, well, authority, “Katherine.”
The girl, now named as Katherine, replies with an awkward tone, “I-I can try and do what is needed for the Student Council, but what exactly do I have to do? It seems you want me to do some seemingly illegal activity-”
The vice president interrupts assertively, “No-no no. Nothing of that sort. Just simply write down notes of their behaviour, whenever they disturb the peace of lessons and students.”
Her eyes sparkling with imagination of thriller shows, “Oh! Like a secret detective, watching every move of their suspect whilst gathering evidence for the conclusion! ‘Your honour! Guilty!’ Like that!” Her eyes glittering with excitement.
"Um… Yeah! Sure! If that’s the way you see it,” the vice president replies with feigned interest, nodding with ignorant acceptance.
Katherine continues with her imagination in full action, “Ohoho… it’s like those detective shows where the bad guy gets found out after all the clues are discovered and put together,” giggling with joy, “I will do it. With certainty!”
Feeling the confidence and passion so clear, the vice president replies acceptingly, “Oh… fantastic." She hands them the ID of the two students of focus, "Here’s the two that have been the recent cases for concern, which are also in your class, making it a great testing ground for you, to see if you can pass this. With this, I can’t wait to find out the results.”
Smiling with possible accomplishment already decided, the vice president thought to herself, ‘Excellent. This way, those two will be begging at my feet for mercy, showing how much of a responsible adult I am. Hehe,’ she childishly smiles, imagining to herself the two grumbling for mercy at her feet.
A feeling of supreme authority.

In the form room, Ellica, as Hannah hugs her, decides to show her a book she’s passionately reading to recommend for her to try out.
“Oh, hi Hannah. Good morning,” Ellica says, blushing with a soft smile.
“Hey Elli-cutie. How’s it goin?” Hannah replies warmly, giggling at the adorableness.
Ellica banters, “It’s going alright- oh, I was reading ‘Bolliver Fists’ by ‘Barles Frickens’ and it’s a great story about an orphan boy who asked for more Oatmeal.”
“Ohhh… interesting. That’s something worth reading,” Hannah responds as the familiarity pauses her affectionate moment, ‘that book’s author and story title is really reminding me of someone…,’ sarcastically toning her thoughts with the obvious realisation of who it is. ‘I wonder who… but thinking of something worth picking up. Well, I do see two worth grabbing,’ Hannah looks down at Ellica’s chest cheekily grinning before Misha’s stare distracts her.
“Mmm…,” Misha grumbles.
“What? Oh, right. About today’s lesson later…,” Hannah says, thinking she realised what was wrong, letting go of Ellica to focus on Misha for the temporary moment.
“That’s not what I’m wanting to talk about,” Misha says, trying to indicate the actual issue.
Hannah replies confusingly, “Huh? What then…?”
“Someone’s secretly watching us,” Misha states, pointing her eyes right at the girl with short, reddish pink hair, a small stature, who was covering her face with a book, totally looking like she’s hiding what she’s doing.
“Ah…” Hannah says, staring blankly with utter disappointment, “Why does this remind me of every comedy, romance anime show with the stereotypical one-eyed, hair covering love interest of the main male character…?”
“Hm-hmm, and what does she look like to you?” Misha implies, asking for a conclusive description.
“She looks like a snitch,” Hannah says.
Misha says, one upping Hannah's statement, “She looks like a bitch.”
With a surprised gasp, Hannah agrees, “That too.”
The suspicious girl bobs her head with insult to the comment, making both Hannah and Misha stare with intense scrutiny as the girl sweats with worry.
“Anyways…,” says Hannah, drawing her eyes away to focus on other things, implying that she will be cautious of this girl as the two then continue to banter about the day, the girl continues to jot down notes about Hannah and Misha in her notepad as their attention shifts away.

As the teacher Studdia hands out some books for the girls to read, the snitch pretends to focus on the schoolwork as she looks over to Hannah and Misha, prepared to jot down anything that happens that’s considered rebellious.
Mrs Studdia asks questions about the topic of the class, as Misha and Hannah decide to tease the teacher, by joking back and forth with her, thinking of the hilarity of the reaction of the students witnessing it.
Setting up the joke unknowingly, Mrs Studdia explains the importance of the topic at hand, “The importance of language, like English, is to be able to use it perceptively, using it contextually and accurately applying it when it’s necessary.”
Conflictingly, Misha shouts out “Lame!”
Playing along whilst trying to remain professional, Studdia replies, “Now that… would be a perfect example of not using English smartly, instead appearing to lack any sort of intelligence.”
‘Ooo, I like this woman. She’s good,’ Misha thinks impressed, with a burning interest to see how far she can go. “Well… a perfect subject of such a good example of poor English application would be your insensitive Husband,” Misha says shamelessly, the students 'Ooo'-ing at the personal insulting comment.
‘Oh, this is going to be good,’ Hannah thinks jokingly, smiling with entertainment as she fourth wall breaks the universe by getting out movie theatre popcorn and begins eating.
Cause of the insult putting the class on gossip mode, a vein pops in Studdia’s head, as Hannah ‘Ooos’ at the entertainment in front of her, gobbling on the popcorn, as the snitch jots down the situation in her notepad with excited passion.
“Well, for a juvenile, morally unfettered, socially spoiled child in my class, you wouldn’t understand the privileged amazement and maturely responsible experience of having a man in your life; I wouldn’t make such indecent comments at your age,” Studdia asserts with a tone of mature superiority, trying to put Misha in her place as an ignorant, immature student.
Unaffected by the insulting reflection, Misha responds aggressively yet snarky, “So, why did you spray so much perfume on? You didn’t have any on this morning before the start of school.”
“Fight! Fight! Fight!” Hannah chants, as she chomps on popcorn, phone recording the scene unfolding.
“Really bitch?” Misha says to Hannah, shaking her head with disappointment, as the snitch jotting down notes more aggressively than before.
Mrs Studdia stands stunned yet impressed, thinking, ‘Oh, this girl. She’s a feisty one. She’s a smart girl I’m going to have to pay close attention to for this school semester.’
“Anyways girls,” Mrs Studdia says, blushing after the ‘fight’ due to her heart rate going up, trying to return the class to normalcy, “Ahem, back to the lesson.”
The students look on confusingly, muttering amongst themselves about what just happened, as Katherine finishes jotting down her notes with glee.

After the lesson, walking out into the hallway, Hannah comments on the recent events, “Well, what a lesson. Eh, Misha,” still chomping on her popcorn, as Misha takes a scoop into the bucket.
“Mrs Studdia… What a smart bitch. I do want a boyfwend when I gwow up,” Misha complains, pouting at the annoyance of the teacher's accurate insults with a mouthful of popcorn.
Hannah giggles, “She really did get to you, huh.”
“She twied to gwet a won up on mwe and I wasn’t havwing it,” Misha continues, still eating some more. 
“You took it personally, I see,” Hannah says.
“Yeah, and I shut her up in her classroom. That’s 1 to me,” Misha states, gulping the popcorn down.
“Right,” Hannah says, visualising a scoreboard, like at a sports game, with the 1 to Misha changing from a 0. As the two chat, Hannah looks behind to notice the snitch watching carefully from behind the corridor corner.
“Well,” Hannah stretches, “Next is our chosen subject, so…,” looking at Misha as she opens a Dr Pepper bottle, chugging some before Hannah asks, “Wait where did you get that- actually. Never mind,” looks at the popcorn bucket, “I shouldn’t ask. Er, right. So, I’m off to the Literature club. I wonder if the little snitch bitch is going to follow you or me…”
Finishing a swig of the soda, Misha casually comments, “Well, whoever she decides to go for. Just tease her.”
Agreeing, Hannah says uncaringly, “Hmm… what to do. Well, see you for lunch time.”
“Uh Huh,” Misha says, waving goodbye, with her pout not going away. She was still offended at Mrs Studdia's comments, as Katherine watches both girls walk away, picking her target for the time being.

Entering the art club, Misha, as she gets fawned over by her older members in the club, gets on with drawing by trying not to think too much about the snitch, starting an anime sketch on her art pad.
The peace of drawing in her own world was then invaded as she notices the snitch from the open doorway.
‘Sighs… ignore her,’ Misha thinks simplistically, trying to figure out the pose and angle of the character on her pad.
Unfortunately, the girl began talking to herself, slightly loud enough to be overheard, “Misha, the blue-haired delinquent, commented by others as a sociopathic bitch, who is one to mess with other’s minds that eventually causes mental harm to them.”
‘What? This fucking dumbass… is she retarded?’ Misha thinks, expressing moderate annoyance at the dialogue, shaking her head briefly before returning to her art piece.
“Known to be aggressively verbal towards anyone who dares to show interest in her,” the girl continues.
‘That’s factually wrong, you lying, smooth-brained skank. I only verbally attack dumbasses who can’t handle internal teasing,’ Misha thinks, her annoyance growing at the lies building.
“She is also known to be a physical threat to the second year of the student council, Chloe, the vice-president of the Student Council, due to being overheard obsessing over her,” the girl comments, jotting down her final summaries of Misha.
 ‘I’m not a threat- wait. Chloe. Is that the pink-haired girl’s name? Oh…,’ Misha thinks, smiling at the sudden revealing of the name of the short pink haired girl in the Student council, ‘looks like I know what to do when I meet her. Hmm-hmm. This snitch bitch is really giving away details I wanted that I didn’t even know. Thank you for being a dumbass, you stupid clod.’
The girl then walks away, as Misha smirks before returning to her pad, finally deciding what pose to make her character.

Now, the girl heads to Hannah’s location, knowing it’s the Literature club.
The girl then makes her way in, seeing the perfect spot behind the shelf, right behind the two, as Hannah and Ellica banter over a few books and stories.
Though, Hannah notices that the snitch girl is behind some shelves behind her, due to her monologuing loud enough to be heard by her, yet somehow not Ellica was was engrossed in the conversation.
“Hannah, the green-haired delinquent, commented by others as a bullying, sexual offender who enjoys the pleasure of physical non-consensual interaction that’s a danger to people’s personal space,” the girl comments.
‘What? This jealous bitch… does she want in on the action?’ Hannah thinks cheekily, as she tries to appear to be undistracted from Ellica's perspective.
The girl continues, “Known to be aggressively perverted towards anyone who wants to be left alone.”
Hannah sighs with a smirk, ‘That’s factually not wrong, you jealous, lonely attention-seeking slut. I do enjoy girls’ reactions towards me getting intimate without any indication,’ before answering to Ellica's question of what's wrong, responding with an unsuspicious answer to display full concentration of Ellica's conversation.
However, the girl behind the shelves continues on with her monologue, “She is also known to be a physical threat to the third year, Harrietta, the Student Council president, due to being overheard obsessing over her.”
Hannah tries to uphold the façade of talking to Ellica, as the detail of the Student Council catches her off-guard, ‘I’m not a threat- wait. Harrietta? Oh, kinda forgot the girl’s name when she went up to give her speech,’ Hannah thinks as she smiles, ‘looks like I know what to do when I meet her. You snitch-bitch dumbo, you gave me information that I wanted that I didn’t even know. Thanks for being a dumbass, you twit.’
Ellica again asks what's up, as Hannah again dismisses anything is wrong, excusing her odd behaviour as silly thoughts of her favourite anime show distracting her, which Ellica accepts with understanding.
Then, the girl behind the shelves leaves, letting Hannah to continue the cute conversation with Ellica about the book she was passionately sharing.
The lesson ends for lunch time.

After an uneventful afternoon, the duo socialise in the form room, involving their two new acquaintances as they try to ignore the snitch.
“Heyya cutie!” Hannah happily says, hugging Ellica from behind.
“Oh… hey, Hannah,” Ellica replies warmly.
Jessie pouts at Hannah’s shamelessness, before trying to pull Hannah off Ellica, “Um… hey. Don’t cling to Elli too much, you’ll suffocate her.”
Enjoying the cute interaction, Hannah joyfully smiles, “Oohhh… mmm… I’m enjoying being the centre of this attention.”
“Um, what are you talking about?” Jessie asks, still pouting.
Hannah teases with a cheeky smile, “Well, I didn’t think you wanted my affection, eh Jessie?”
Letting go of Hannah, blushing to the insinuation, Jessie answers with bashfulness, “Wha-what are you insinuating?”
“That you were jealous of Ellica getting all my love, hehe,” Hannah teases, letting go of Ellica to playfully poke her cheek, turning to face Jessie with open arms, blushingly grinning.
Jessie asserts in a blushful tone, “I-I wasn’t jealous of-”
“Aww… you’re just so cute though,” Hannah teases further, “look at her squidgy face. Ooo, I want to poke them cheeks.”
Reacting with further bashfulness, “Um, err… Oh, Misha. Can-can you help me out here? Hannah’s being assertive…,” as Hannah hugs Jessie, rubbing her face cheeks with hers, Jessie reaching out for Misha to stop her doodling and help.)
Sighing, Misha stops her drawing, stepping away from her entertainment to help out a desperate student, “Right… Hannah, you over-affectionate bitch! C’mere,” Misha says as she grabs Hannah, pulling her away by her collar, Hannah childishly groaning at not being able to cuddle Jessie any longer.
Ellica giggles to herself at the adorableness, as Jessie looks to her with confusion, “Wh-why are you giggling, Elli?” Pouting with embarrassment.
“Because… Hannah truly likes you,” Ellica replies, smiling warmly.
“Huh? I-I-I don’t know about that…,” Jessie replies, looking away, blushing softly as she thinks with hope, ‘Hannah, must not like me. Surely. I mean… I hope she eventually does.’
“Don’t worry. With Hannah, she loves you the most,” Ellica says, ensuring that she's genuine.
“No fuckin way,” Jessie says doubtfully, shaking her head at the impossibility.
As all of this cuteness was going on; Katherine, the snitch, was jotting down the interaction, looking over with a growing jealousy of their friendship, pouting before shaking her head with denial to continue writing down the interaction.

The girls then go home, finishing their homework and enjoying a great dinner before the day ends.

It's the next day, a Friday, with Hannah and Misha again enjoying another mother-loving morning, meeting up at the school gates, this time both head-nodding to each other as they then look up to the first-floor window; the Student Council office, seeing the silhouette of the President standing watching them.

The two smile to each other, before Hannah peace signs and smirks up to the President as Misha pokes her tongue out whilst winking, watching the President back off from the window. Hannah and Misha chuckle and shamelessly joke around as they walk into the main building, the two walking through the corridor as they banter away.
“Those two… are definitely up to something,” the President says with suspicion mounting, her arms on her desk with hands clasped with anxiousness, trying to maintain composure in front of the few students listening in.
“Whatever that may be; we need to find some way to ensure that they do not accomplish it,” the vice president, now known as Chloe, says as she ponders cutely.
“Well, as your President, I can ensure these school halls will be under my jurisdiction with no wriggle room for rebellious delinquency. I trust that you have been getting the viable information to deal with them when the timing is applicable, hm?” The President, known as Harrietta, states as she peers with a power-seated stare.
Feeling the pressure, Chloe replies, “Y-Yes, my president. For now, the information on those two, named Hannah Expresson and Misha Livington, is coming along amazingly. Those two are guaranteed to be begging for your mercy when we have finished gathering.”
Smiling with confidence, “I hope so, since when has this school become a hotbed for rule-breaking idiots?” Sighing, before checking her watch, indicating for them both to return to their form rooms, “For the other students who have been the troublemakers around the back of the school; we’ll sort them out first before dealing with these two little rascals.”
Chloe responds with obedience, “Right away!”

As the Student members return to class, Hannah and Misha look at each other in their form room before chatting about what the Student Council leaders had just been discussing.
"Oh… well. Looks like the two Presidents have something planned for us,” Hannah says, again breaking the fourth wall.
“And? Who cares. Didn’t we discuss yesterday that we’ll do something about them,” Misha says casually.
“I know, I know. But they just talked about a group of troublemakers around the back of the school. Do we go and mess with them or recruit them like a martial arts Shounen gang?” Hannah jokes about, doing a few comical martial arts poses.
Misha shakes her head, also fourth wall breaking, “What the hell are you talking about? Why do we go and involve ourselves with nobodies when we’re the main characters?”
“You know that sounded narcissistic as hell. Well, I was just wanting to get a few cutey sidekicks to mess with,” Hannah jokes around.
“And probably some bib-boobed bitches to grope up, you fuckin’ pervert,” Misha says as she sighs and face palms, staring disappointingly at Hannah's probable intentions.
“’Hentai’," Hannah says pretending to be a typical Japanese anime girl who had scene something sexually inappropriate, "is the anime line appropriate for that response.”
“We’re English, not Japanese, you muppet,” Misha bluntly states.
Hannah jokes again, “Top anime lines of the century.”
“I don’t want to see them videos with constant obnoxious adverts, thank you,” Misha jokes too, imagining the video interruptions of adverts whilst watching something enjoyable. Evolving the joke, Hannah puts on a professional advertisement accent, “Subscribe for unlimited access with no adverts, guaranteed. Only adults can apply, basic fees applied.”
“And enough with personified TV commercial lines,” Misha complains in a joking tone, as Ellica and Jessie watch on with entertainment and confusion.
“Hahaha, these two are funny. Aren’t they, Jessie?” Ellica giggles, as Jessie tilts her head with confusion, "Yeah… who in the hell are they talking to?”

Maths was their next lesson, with again Hannah and Misha continuing to mock the maths teacher by dancing in class without getting caught.
The snitch, who was forced to wait for after maths to not get caught or told off, began jotting down the notes on Hannah's and Misha's behaviour as break time arrives.
“So, Hannah and Misha were emoting through Maths class without being noticed, unaware that I have been mentally recording the details of their actions,” the snitch, Katherine, said aloud. As she writes it down, Hannah walks by doing a dance stroll, stopping her thought process before trying to remember what they did to continue note jotting.
Blinking several times, Katherine says, “Wha-what the hell was that? Um… anyways…” Continuing to write down what happened, Misha idol dances past her, catching her off-guard again.
“Wha-what the frickin’ hell is going on? Did I just see that? Well, that’s another note to write,” Katherine mutters, but then, as the she jots it down, out of nowhere, a finger runs down her back, making her shiver before turning around to see who it was.
“Um-um… Who just…?” Katherine shiveringly says.
No-one was there, except for an empty corridor.
“Did I just imagine that? I guess I was too concentrated,” Katherine monologues again, trying to ignore these weird distractions. She continues to jot the notes down, before her skirt gets caught, causing her to spin around.
“Hey! Can you please…?” She says, holding her skirt. A few students walk by, looking at her with confusion.
“Um…,” Katherine says blushing, “Sorry, no-nothing to see here. Must have been imagining it.” The students gossip as they walk away, before Katherine thinks it must have been Hannah and Misha that was messing with her.
Katherine asserts with acceptance to their challenge, “Th-those two… Right! If they want to mess with me, then they can’t do that if I watch their every move. This time: casualness is off the table. ‘Hardcore’ mode, on!”

History lesson had ended, with again Hannah and Misha playing around in lesson, as Katherine the snitch watches on, waiting for after class to jot her notes down.
Katherine is verbally jotting down notes about what the two were doing as the girls walk for lunch, following behind the two.
“So, even though we enjoyed teasing her during break time, what should we do about this snitchington behind us?” Hannah asks casually.
Misha ponders briefly, before she comes up with a great idea, “Hmm… how about we give her something worth jotting down, for life?”
Raising her right eyebrow, Hannah listens eagerly, “Oh… do go on.”

“How about we flash our ‘assets’ for fun?” Misha smirks.

Grinning mischievously, Hannah agrees, “Hehe, I so want to see her reaction when we do. I’m in.”
As the two walk eventually notice that their corridor is empty, the two count down. Katherine, still focusing on her notes, didn't notice what the two had been plotting in front of her, until she overhears them.
“Ready?” Hannah asks.
“Yep,” Misha says, nodding.
Hannah flashes her chest, showing her cleavage, as Misha panty flashes by lifting her skirt.
Plonk!
Katherine drops her pen she was using to jot the notes down whilst, as she was tailing them, Hannah and Misha both smirk and chuckle to her, returning to their covered state in uniform. To add further shock, they lick their lips to her, before leaving her blushed and statue stunned.
She scrambles by grasping her pen from the floor, after snapping out of it, to then stand up to appear that nothing was going on, blushing extensively with steam rising from her head like a boiling kettle.
‘The two just showed me their assets… ass-ets… ass,' Katherine thinks, trying to gather her thoughts of what just happened, but shakes head as images of Misha’s butt fill her mind, 'ahem, the two showed me their supposed best… breast. Breasts…,' bonking head with her notepad to get rid of Hannah’s chest from her mind.
Katherine then rips the page about the two’s features from her notepad, crumpling it into her pocket before stumbling away with face down, still blushing about what just happened, “What… in the fuck just happened?”

With the sudden experience knocking her out of her flow, she decides to leave to go back to the Student Council to report her witness accounts.

Lunch time continues, as Katherine then reports back to the student council, reporting the information gathered about Hannah and Misha to the Vice President, Chloe, handing over the notebook to her.
“So, how’s my little first-year spy doing with the two rebels?” Chloe asks childishly smirking.
“I wouldn’t call me little when-” Katherine says before stopping her comment at the possibility to insult her employer.
“Hmm?” Chloe asks innocently.
“Nothing,” Katherine says, thinking, ‘The Vice President… is trying too hard to be like the President, which makes it too cute not to tease.’
Returning to the topic at hand, Katherine reiterates, “Well, here’s what Hannah and Misha did during Maths and History, without any teacher noticing somehow. And here’s what they did at break time.”
Reading through the notes, Chloe comments, “Hmm-mm… I see. Dancing during maths class without the teacher noticing, silly walking through the halls…,” she then giggles to herself before trying to put on a serious face, “These two seem to be quite the unentertaining bimbos, eh.”
‘I wouldn’t call them that if you’re going to contradict yourself,’ Katherine thinks, seeing the contradiction blatantly expressed ignorantly. To appear obedient, Katherine replies agreeably, “Um sure… unentertaining, indeed.”
“Anyways, ahem. Did you get anything else?” Chloe asks, seeing if anything else happened, overlooking the torn page from the notebook, as Katherine takes it back and blushingly replies, “N-no, there w-was nothing.”
Katherine tries to block out the images of Hannah and Misha, as Chloe finishes her briefing, where one student, without saying anything, notices the torn page remnants from her notebook when Chloe skims through.
“Awesome, so for next week, continue doing the information gathering until we have dealt with those two bimbos, okay?” Chloe says, smiling with innocent confidence.
“Okay, g-gotcha,” Katherine responds, as she walks away from the Council room, annoyingly thinking about Hannah and Misha’s teasing, ‘Y’know what? I will find out what will make those two cry for forgiveness. You’ll see!’
She then punches the air, peering up at the ceiling as if Hannah and Misha were standing above her like villains from a superhero film, as the few students walking past look on with amusement.

Another day at school was coming to an end, as Hannah again hugs Ellica, ahead of Misha arriving at the classroom due to her going for the loo, and has a teasing grope.
“Oo-oo-oo, what a nice pair you have,” Hannah teases with a Yoda impression.
“Wha-what are you doing and,” Ellica giggles, “What kind of voice is that?”
Continuing on with the Yoda impersonation, Hannah says, “Hm-mm, appreciating the glory badonkers, I am.”
“O-oh, haha haha,” Ellica giggles, blushing.
Misha comes in, seeing the ridiculous sight of Hannah and Ellica, and stares indifferently at the sight. Sighing as she walks over to Hannah, “Hannah, what are you doing?"
“Oh, enjoying a meal of epic proportions,” Hannah replies, changing her voice to a teasing flare.
“Um… well. Uh…,” Ellica says shyly, too respectful in pushing Hannah off.
“One moment. I’ll get her off ya,” Misha kindly says, releasing Ellica from Hannah, “What do you think you’re doing?”
“You’re right…,” Hannah says, fist bumping her palm, before turning to Misha and walking past her. Misha decides to be mature, apologising to Ellica, “I’m sorry for Hannah’s behaviour. She can get really physical sometimes, so hopefully, she’ll keep her hands to herself next time.”
“Well… that would be great, but I don’t think she’s keeping them to herself right now,” Ellica says, finger pointing behind Misha, as Misha turns around to Hannah's new target.
“Eh?” Misha says now becoming a little annoyed, as Hannah begins hugging and starts being touchy with Jessie, with Jessie not trying to fight back, blushing.
 “EH!?!?! Oh, for the love of…! Keep your hands to yourself woman!” Misha says slightly angrily, walking over to pull Hannah away.
“Aww… but I was getting really close with Jessie just now,” Hannah grumbles as she is pulled away, her hands groping the air. Misha explains with assertive annoyance, “More like getting yourself into unescapable trouble with teachers even I can’t defend.”
Misha plonks Hannah into her seat, before sitting on her lap, “You are staying right here,” folding her arms pouting.
Smiling with a cheeky grin, “Oh… ooo. Your butt cheeks feel nice.”
Face cheek squeezing Hannah at the perverted comment, Misha comments in return, “And your cheeks feel good too.”
“Ble-bleh-blu-bleh,” Hannah says, as her words get jumbled through the cheek playing. “See how you like it, bitch,” Misha smiles with a snarky tone.
During this time, Jessie watches on, feeling slightly jealous that Misha is very close with Hannah, and Ellica notices.
“Um, Jessie are you feeling okay?” sweetly asks Ellica, moving over to Jessie looking on at the duo.
Looking at Ellica before blushingly pouting, Jessie replies, “I-I’m fine, Elli.”
Ellica looks at Jessie warmly, knowing that Jessie wants to be close to Hannah, wondering how to help her out as the roll call comes, the students returning to their seats.

 As rollcall ends, the students walk home, with Hannah and Misha walking out of school together, bantering about what to do for the weekend. Jessie watches on jealous, wanting to know what to do to get closer to Hannah, as Ellica looks at Jessie and then at the duo in front of them chatting. She wonders if she can come up with an idea to help her out.

As the four reach home, Hannah and Misha enjoy their family time with cuddles and warm meals, though Jessie ponders about how to get closer to Hannah, with Ellica wondering out how to help her friend out, sinking into her bath with ideas not formulating in her mind as the day ends.

The week has ended, as the weekend arrives. Check the next chapter for what the two get up to in town. It really becomes something else, let me tell ya.