Chapter four – Blimey!
Short heads-up, this story will not necessarily be in chronological order. The story will jump between days and up to years in the past and several chapters may be the same day but from different viewpoints. Also, I'm trying to do certain chapters in different styles and formats, just to mix things up.
I'm also not making things easy, some chapters (like this one) you'll have to guess the characters – they are Disney, mostly villains.
If you think there is not enough info, or spot where I've screwed up or want to know if you guessed correctly- please drop me a line.
Ciao!
"Dahlink! I'm telling you! If you'd let your hair grow out a bit-"
"Serdita, sweet cakes, they day I let you do my hair is the day you let me choose your lunch! HarHah!"
"Welll, you could stand to lose some weight Octavia..."
"You'd be the expert, I bet when you remove all your make up you lose 10 pounds! Hah!"
"Whale!"
"Crater face!"
"Moby Dick!"
"Look I'm being helpful! It's what I do! What I live for!"
"Noo.. You live for dessert dahlink"
"Shouldn't you be somewhere teaching 14 years old how to throw up?"
"Shouldn't you be somewhere feeling them up? Da?"
"For the last time -I was adjusting that boys uniform!"
"Da, da and I am head of PETA!"
"Quiet, both of you!"
"Did you just-? Did she just shh me? How dreadful dahlink!"
"Never mind her Serdita, she's just having withdrawal symptoms- she hasn't looked ina mirror for a full 30 seconds!"
"Aheeheeheeh!"
"Hahaharrh!"
"Mmm yes hilarious, didn't you hear that? I swear I just heard voices coming from that door"
"Vhat? That's just a cupboard."
"But I'm sure I heard voices –there! Did you hear it?"
"Da,…maybe I heard something too!"
"This is all fasc-inating but we're going to miss lunch and it's calamari today…not that either of you eat at all but-"
"I'm telling you, I heard voices! People! Shouting! Lets go back."
"Don't be silly! Why?"
"Don't be tedious, dahlink! There's voices! Lets see who's in there at least."
"Probably a brat dogging lessons or just some randy lithe teenagers having a romantic, dirty fumble-"
"ALL I WANT IS MEANINGLESS BACK-BREAKING SEX AND I WANT IT TONIGHT – IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK?!."
"!?"
"!?"
"!?"
"Did you hear that?! Did you hear it?!"
"Hush sweetie! Quick, behind here."
"I told you I heard voices!"
"Shush! What on earth is going on in there?"
"Dahlink please move your plus-size bulk I cahn't see!"
"There, Twiglet, can u see now?!"
"Oh don't get precious!"
"Stop it both of you!"
"Shushhhh! Someone's coming out!"
"I bet it's that Pan boy, he seems to have girls on zhe go all the time."
"No no no, it's the rich, extremely handsome one, Eric!"
"You fools, it's the little prince, Navoo"
"Navan?"
"It's Naveen! He's got the body language and the money! Ha hah!"
"The door's opening! It's opening!"
From their leering spot behind the glass doors they watched as the cupboard door opened wide and swung shut to reveal the instantly recognizable, long, elegant form of the Vice Principal, Professor Jafar Sabri. He stood for a moment, adjusting his shirt and tucking it fastidiously into his tailored trousers. Then, as he always did, he re-curled his goatee around his finger and with a satisfied smile, limped off down the corridor.
"I don't believe it! Professor Tall, Dark and Deadly having a dirty fumble in a cupboard! HA!"
"Vell he's always had that mysterious aura…"
"But he wouldn't risk the wrath of Her Viciousness for an undignified encounter in a cupboard, surely?"
"Good for old snake-hips, getting a quick skirt-lifter during lunch!"
"Vell! Octavia you are so coarse, it makes me positively miserable!"
"Well he always did seem to be more-than-meets-the-eye!"
"Vhat, like a transformer?"
"No! Well, yes, I mean he does drive that bright red Viper sports car? And you know what they say about men overcompensating?"
"That doesn't make much sense Octavia-"
"But who is he with dahlink?! Who is he with?!"
"Not the new girl, surely?"
"I bet its Hilde!"
"…Octavia, Dahlink, Hilde's standing right here."
"Yes I've been here literally the entire time we've been talking."
"Oh, um sorry angel fish its just, well, rumours are rumours - and you'd make such a stylish couple…."
"Dahlink! Dahlink! There's someone else! There's someone else! The door - look!"
Again the cupboard door opened, albeit slower this time, revealing the imposing silhouette of the Director of Business Studies – Mr. Hayden Glossími. He shuffled into the corridor, tucking his torn shirt into his trousers- letting out a very uncharacteristic sigh and slouching off, in the opposite direction taken by the cupboard's other recent inhabitant.
There are many things in this world, created purely to make a jaw drop. Finding out you've made someone fall desperately in love with you, realizing your Uncle was responsible for your father's death and not you, being chatted up by a talking candelabra etc.
For these three peeping mistresses of The Academy, all it took was to find out that the notoriously charming, womanizing Deputy HeadTeacher and the charismatic, womanizing Greek Business Studies teacher were not only – as was common knowledge best friends - but had in fact apparently just had a lovers tiff ending with a desperate plea for carnal attentions resulting in ruffled clothing, limping and heavy sighing….and all in the janitor's cupboard on the third floor near the cafeteria.
It's a good thing none of these ladies are the gossiping type.
Hah! Oh those poor unfortunate souls…..