It has been a week since the desk swap and the classroom had finally begun to adjust to the change. However, the lingering tension was there. It lay just beneath the surface of the calm outwardly appearance. The calm before an impending storm, except this storm had no set date. The lack of knowing only kept everyone on their toes.

At first, many had thought the switch was merely a spur of the moment event that would be corrected the next day. The next day came, and yet it was not the same. Terry sat in the desk with full confidence as if she had sat there since the beginning of the school year. She saw no reason why she was to go back on her word. Equally surprised were her two torturers. They had expected everything would be the same, possibly gloat about their victory and torment her through keeping it over head. Much to their unwanted surprise she was there in the morning.

"She has to have some brain cells missing…she's sitting there again!?" Anzu hissed to Kyohei as they awaited the arrival of their next teacher. They had come to the decision that in due time she would forget this blind stupid courage of hers and return to her own seat. A direct warning had done nothing, so they thought smoking her out would be a good second step. Their lack of anything would have her embarrassed for sure. Yet, here she was still. "Like what the fuck?" She scowled, sitting on Kyohei's desk.

"She's got balls, more some guys I know." He snorted in response. He had no idea if he was praising her or insulting, confused on whether he should respect her for her actions or label her as utterly stupid. He was certainly leaning to the latter more and more as the days passed and his irritation grew. There had to be something they had to do. But what? Bitch is resilient. Does she have no shame? I mean we're essentially making her look like a fucking fool for making such a scene.

"Well us sitting and waiting isn't doing shit. We need to act, now. She may just think she's won." Anzu pointed out, this though only just coming to mind for Kyohei. Had their waiting her out backfire on them?

That's not possible! He shook his head at the thought. Who would be that stupid? There was no way anyone would take their warning as a bluff. And yet…we're not dealing with just anyone…this bitch is a fucking dumbass and now she's trying to make a fool of us?! Thinking she won? Fuck that! Think she's some high and mighty shit cause she could handle that warning, fucking whore doesn't know us! His bitter smile from moments before curled in to a frown that evolved in to a snarl of anger. Slamming his fist on his desk, he let out a small growl of anger as he glared at his prey. He was not going to let being made a fool of off easy. "And here I was just trying to nice…fuck that. Just wait bitch, just you fucking wait…."

"Have any plans?" Anzu glared along with Kyohei, Terry absorbed in a book in some off language.

"We must have worn her out a bit…I think we up our game to let her know that we're not backing down. I'm sure you know how to keep it simple." He turned to Anzu who wore an identical smirk to his. "Don't get too antsy Anzu, we have here where we want her. She's putting up a front." He assured, sliding a hand over the outside of her thigh and under her skirt. A slow hum of a moan slips from her throat as her thighs slid open for him.

"As much as I rather just squash the insect off the bat…I suppose some fun is in order." She hummed in agreement and hopped of his desk to properly face before sealing his lips in a heated and lusty kiss. "How about we ditch this class and have some fun?" She purred as she pressed her hand against his crotch.

"Shit, now you're talking about something worthwhile." He smirked, standing from his seat. As the two head out, Anzu grabbed her hoodie from her desk and purposely whipped it so that the zipper hit Terry and dragged some of her papers on to the floor. With a small insincere 'woops' she sneered at Terry before they left with her all over Kyohei with his hand under her skirt flashing her thong as he groped her. They pointedly looked to Atem as they passed, the door slid shut behind them. The hidden tension was now simmering and ready to boil.