I've gotten a couple of comments from last chapter about the triggeryness of the bullying scene, so from now on, I'll try to put trigger warnings up for each chapter.

Trigger warning: Mentions of sexual harassment.

Chapter 2:

"Um…since the roster seems to be a little…in pieces right now, it'll be a little more difficult to take roll."

The strawberry blonde gently smudged the blue paint from her eyes and wiped in on the untouched parts of her blouse. Despite looking as if a bunch of crayons threw up on her, the new teacher seemed aloof.

Elsa stood there for a few moments, unmoving. Quiet settled over the room as the students waited in anticipation for crying, screaming, bitching, ANYTHING.

The new teacher didn't look as if she was too affected by this. Sure, anybody would be uncomfortable with having paint balloons thrown at them in a classroom setting. But THIS woman…she brushed it off as if it were nothing! How?

Elsa shifted uncertainly on her feet. Should she walk back to her seat? Should she just pretend like she didn't see the teacher's lack of reaction over her favorite humiliating tool? Or should she ask for another balloon and make sure she crams it down the redhead's throat?

After a few moments that gradually turned awkward, Elsa turned on her feet and strode back to her seat, mustering every last bit of confidence into her posture.

Still, she couldn't help but feel as if she had a tail wagging between her legs the entire walk back.

Incredulous stares flickered back from her and Anna.

Never had they witnessed a teacher who tolerated such abuse. For the past month, it had been ritual to drive away every new teacher or substitute with the paint balloon treatment.

It became more of a sport, actually.

Anna cleared her throat. "I suppose I'll have to individually ask you for your names so I can write them down."

"Ma'am, there's really no point," Aladdin spoke softly. "They don't check to see who goes to school and who doesn't. They really don't care."

Anna sniffed, and then choked as a bit of blue liquid shot up her nostril and down her throat. "Ackk!...well, I care," she coughed. "I want to learn all of your names. It would be pretty troublesome to teach a bunch of people if I don't know what to call you."

So, Elsa thought grimly to herself. This woman means to stay. She actually believes she can make a difference in our lives.

The class stared silently as Anna cleaned off her hands the best she could onto her (formerly) white blouse. The eyes followed her as she fumbled around to pick up a pencil and a scrap piece of paper.

"Now, I'm going to come around, so please tell me your names so I can write it down…if I haven't called you before, that is."

The gang of face-painted students glowered as their victim casually started to go down the rows, asking students for their names. Things went quite smoothly, of course, until Anna reached the back of the room.

"And what about you, honey?" she asked sweetly.

Ariel flipped her cascading waterfall of scarlet hair. "Bitch, don't call me 'honey'."

"What is your name?"

"Dickhead."

"Okay." Anna jotted something down on the paper and moved right on.

Ariel's eyes narrowed. "You're really going to believe me?"

"Am I supposed to question you? I asked for your name, and you told me it was 'dickhead'," Anna said simply. "I think it would be rather rude of me if you told me your name and I refused to believe you."

Ariel sputtered. Anna ignored her.

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"Damn it, Elsa! You just had to destroy the roster!" Ariel groaned as they pushed through the halls. "If she had gotten to my name, I would've made sure that I shoved a nice green one right up her ass!"

"Oh, shut up," Elsa hissed. It happened two periods ago and Ariel was still bitching. Elsa shot blazing glares at the students in her path. Even watching their horrified expressions and attempts to quickly scamper off couldn't alleviate her sour mood. It was all because of that damned new trigonometry teacher.

"Can you believe she had the balls to tell she was trying to get a tutoring period?" Ariel ranted. "I mean, who the fuck does that?"

"Okay, so she's a bit different," Rapunzel shrugged. "Out of the thirty teachers we've been through, she's the first one that hasn't run off after the balloon treatment. So what? We still have the rest of the week to drive her away."

Ariel huffed. "Punzel, I don't think you get the point. WE HAD A FUCKING RECORD GOING! That redheaded bitch was going to be the THIRTIETH teacher we drove away within the hour! And she fucking ruined it! SHE FUCKING RUINED IT!"

From beside Elsa, Meg rolled her eyes. "There's no use bitching about it, Ariel," her lips curled into a smirk. "We'll just have to make her life more miserable than before."

"She's going to pay," Elsa sneered. "She should've known better than to try to stick around."

"I don't think she knew any better," Rapunzel pointed out. "She seems a bit…new, and out of place here."

"Obviously," Elsa growled to herself. "She undermined me…"

It happened two periods ago, and she was still pissed.

"She actually didn't undermine you," Meg muttered. "She…didn't do anything, really."

"I know that! I fucking know that already!" Elsa snapped. That's what pisses me off. I just don't understand. How can someone just brush off abuse like that? I know people. And I know that everyone who has undergone such treatment would run out of the room crying and never return. So what the fuck is her problem?

Elsa let out a tight breath. I need something to lighten my mood.

"Meg, I won't be going to lunch. Take over for me, will you?"

Meg smirked. "Going to get another blowjob?"

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Anna sighed, trudging tiredly through the halls. Her head rang from dealing with rowdy noisy children. The paint on her being had long solidified, pulling on her skin every time she moved. Her blouse clung to her body, and the edges of her skirt were covered in rough paint, chafing her legs as she walked.

The only good thing that came out of the last couple of periods was that none of them was as bad as first period, the one with Fraust.

I suppose I should thank the Elsa-girl, Anna thought bitterly to herself. After dealing with her and her…posse, none of my other classes even compared.

Teenagers hollered rude comments and giggled as Anna passed by them in the halls.

"That's the new teacher."

"Check it out…she must've gotten the Fraust Treatment!"

"Poor woman…"

"What's someone like her doing here?"

"Oh well. It's not like we're going to see her again tomorrow."

"Look at that purse. It must've cost at least ten dollars!"

Anna blocked out all of the speculation and breathed a sigh of relief when she finally reached the teacher's lounge. She hurriedly burst into the room and slammed the door shut behind her, leaning against it for support.

"Well, look at what we have here," a woman's voice rumbled out.

Anna whirled around. A large, dark-skinned woman with wild gray hair sat at the table, sucking on a couple of fried shrimps.

"H-hello there," Anna smiled.

The woman pulled the shrimp tails from her lips with a loud pop, and eyed Anna with beady, belittling eyes. "You must be the new teacher. I see you've undergone the induction ceremony." She let out a deep laugh, clutching her vibrating belly.

"I…uh…yes, I suppose I have."

"I'm Ursula," the woman smirked, extending a shrimp sauce-covered hand.

Anna wrinkled her nose a little, but then thought, Eh, whatever. I'm covered with paint anyway. She shook the woman's hand and cringed as Ursula's grip tightened, popping a couple of Anna's knuckles. Her large, round face loomed a mere inch away from Anna's face.

"Wh-what are you…" Anna tried to pull back, but Ursula's unrelenting grip kept her in place.

"A word of advice," the woman's voice was deep and throaty. "Get the hell out of here. You don't belong. They will eat…you…alive." Her eyes darkened, her mouth curled into a sneer.

"You don't understand," Anna sighed. "This was the only job opportunity I was offered…"

"No, you don't understand," Ursula spat, distastefully looking Anna up and down. "Just look at you!" She disgustedly threw Anna's hand away, letting it hit the table. "Every single cell in your body screams that you are innocent! You don't belong in the rough world of the inner city, and you especially don't belong in the world of Ay-RenDell!"

Ursula's hands gestured dramatically in the air. "Your clothes, your purse, your hair…hell! Even your eyes tell me that you're too innocent!"

"My…eyes."

"YES! Your eyes! They've seen nothing bad of the world. They haven't seen poverty, drugs, grisly murders…"

Anna's lips pressed tightly together. "Well, then this would be a great learning opportunity, wouldn't it?" she forced a smile. "I appreciate your advice. Trust me. If I some better options I would take them. But this job is what I've got to work with, and it's my only means of income right now."

Ursula smacked her forehead with the back of her hand. "Aye…income, income, income. That's all that matters these days isn't it? I'll tell you this: what's the point of having an income if your body is going to soon be found in a dumpster?"

"Wait, what?"

"Ursula, that's quite enough," a softer voice reprimanded. A pudgy woman strolled into the room with a black apron covered in an assortment of crayon, marker, and paint smudges. "Stop trying to scare our new co-worker."

Ursula scoffed, sitting back and draping her heavy arm around a chair. "I'm not trying to scare her. I'm simply telling her the truth. She's got to know what she's getting into."

The smaller, brown-haired woman shook her head. "You heard the poor girl. She's got no other choice but to be here. Might as well be supportive and help her along the way."

"No point," Ursula cackled. "She'll be dead within the week, I'll give her that much…the poor unfortunate soul." With that, the large woman waddled out of the room, taking the bucket of shrimp with her.

Gerda made a clucking noise with her tongue. "Don't mind her words too much. She was never the optimist."

Anna turned to the shorter woman. "What do you teach?"

"Art," the apron-lady replied. "And Ursula teaches biology." She sighed, shaking her head. "You'd think that she'd know a thing or two about maintaining a healthy body weight. So anyways, I hear you've been unlucky enough to land a class with not just Fraust, but with all of the Yetis."

Anna blinked. "The what?"

"The Yetis. It's what Fraust and her goons call themselves. Sort of like a…gang name or something like that."

"Oh…I see."

"I'm Gerda, by the way. Nice to meet you."

"I'm Anna."

They amiably shook hands.

"I'm surprised you're still around. Most teachers who land a class with Fraust either quit or simply ditch the class whenever it comes around," Gerda laughed.

"What do you mean ditch the class?"

Gerda shrugged. "If the kids get too unbearable, the teachers just leave the room and not teach for that period. It usually happens if there are more than five Yetis present, or whenever Fraust is there."

Anna's brow furrowed. "So…how does Fraust…I mean, Elsa, learn anything, if all of her teachers ditch her?"

Gerda shrugged again. "She just doesn't learn. It's as simple as that. But it really doesn't matter, because Fraust isn't interested in learning anyway. I sometimes wonder why she even bothers coming to school."

"Is there anything else that I should know about her?" Anna asks. This Fraust girl was potentially dangerous, and it would be best to be informed about the things that set her off.

"Oh yes, definitely!" Gerda nodded quickly. She leaned forward, her eyes flickering around the room as if scanning for eavesdroppers. Her voice dropped below a whisper. "You must not do anything to anger her. She may be a young girl, but she is a dangerous killer."

Anna's eyes widened. "What?"

"You heard me!" Gerda squeaked. "Rumor has it that she single-handedly murdered seven grown men. Seven! And not just scrawny, lanky wimps either. We're talking six-foot giants that are made of nothing but muscles of rock and bones of steel!"

"But…but…" Anna paled. Apparently, her decision not to stand up to Elsa was a wise one. Anna thanked the heavens that she had such good intuition. "…How?"

Gerda made an incredulous gesture. "Nobody knows! The men were beaten to death, with Kai, my husband, being the only witness. But everyone in this neighborhood knows about her feat, and everyone knows not undermine her. Do so, and your body might just be found floating downriver."

Anna swallowed thickly. "Gee…"

"I know, right?"

"Do you know why she killed those men?"

"Of course I know!" Gerda exclaimed. "Everyone knows! The only reason why those men died was because they made fun of her for having a penis!"

"Having a what?"

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"Oh, shit!" Meg blurted, jumping back and averting her eyes. "Elsa, why do you always feel the need to get blown right in front of the door? Are you so horny that you can't even lock yourself in a stall?"

"Ah…shut up, Meg," Elsa groaned, gripping tightly onto the head of the brunette in between her legs.

"And here I was, wondering why I saw two girls open the door and then run away."

"Shh…" Elsa breathed, her eyes sliding shut. "I'm trying to finish here." She clutched the brunette locks and pulled the girl's head closer, forcing the girl to take in more of her throbbing member.

Meg rolled her eyes. "Well, I'm going to go pee." She closed the stall door behind her and did her business. Then she heard Elsa climax.

"Ngh…! Ah, yes, that's it! Swallow it all, you little slut!" Elsa thrust her hips against the girl's face, emptying her load down the girl's throat. When she finished, she nudged the girl away, lazily gesturing to the door. "See ya."

The girl wiped her mouth and stumbled out.

Meg exited the stall, chuckling. "Feeling any better?"

"Well, my penis feels better, but I'm still pissed about the new trig teacher."

"You should let me have a go at your cock. I assure you, when we're done, you won't be thinking about that scrawny little redhead."

Elsa scoffed, tucking herself back into her shorts. "Oh, please. You know I don't let the same girl suck my dick twice. You've already had your turn."

"But that was years ago," Meg pointed out. "I gave you your first blowjob. You were probably only half the size that you are now, and you blew your load in like, five minutes." Her face held a wistful, mildly smug, and triumphant expression.

"I remember."

"Besides, who said anything about sucking?" Meg traced a finger around Elsa's jaw. "I can do so…much…more."

Elsa dismissively brushed away Meg's hand. "I'll take your word for it," she said disinterestedly. She grabbed her bag and strolled out.

"You're going to run out of girls pretty soon," Meg followed her, smirking. "Then you're going to have to come back to me."

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Anna quickly finished up her lunch and bolted to back to her classroom. Fifth period was starting in just a couple of minutes.

The class was rowdy, as usual, and took far too much time to calm down and far too much time just to take roll.

But again, they couldn't rival her Fraust period.

"I know that you guys have not had a trigonometry teacher for quite some time," Anna stated, holding a stack of papers in her hand. "So I'm going to hand out a worksheet with problems from the first chapter, and I would like for all of you to work on it for the first twenty minutes of class. This will act like a preview for you to see what's coming up in our lesson."

Ignoring the gripes and groans, she passed out the small packets. As she reached the back of the room she saw a brunette girl with teary, puffy red eyes, sobbing into a soggy tissue. A girl with short, black hair gently patted her on the back, handing her some more tissues.

"Why didn't you say no?" the black-haired girl whispered.

"You know why!" The brunette sniffed. "Nobody is allowed to say no to her. Nobody is allowed to undermine her!"

"This is sexual harassment, Belle!"

Anna froze. The papers in her hand crumpled as her fingers tightened into a fist.

"She can't get in trouble. You know she can't," the brown-haired girl, Belle, hiccupped. "She gets away with everything. None of the teachers will do anything about it. Not even the principal!"

"You've got to at least report it!"

"Come on, Anna. Just put your mouth on it."

"Hans…I'm not sure if I want to do this right now…I-I'm not ready…"

"Oh, please. Don't give me that crap. We both know that you want to do it!"

"You don't know how I feel!"

"Anna," something dark flashed across Hans's eyes. "If you don't do what I say, I'm going to get angry."

Anna gritted her teeth, feeling her nails dig into her palms. She pushed herself through the remainder of the period, but her brooding thoughts drew her attention away from teaching. When the dismissal bell rang, Anna kindly held Belle behind.

"Yes, Miss Ardor?" Belle timidly pushed a pair of glasses up her nose. Her dark-haired friend stuck behind.

"What was your name again?" Anna asked Belle's friend.

"Snow."

"Belle. Snow. Please have a seat," Anna said gently, pulling out two chairs.

The two friends gingerly slid into the seats while Anna sat across from them.

"W-what is it?" Belle stuttered, tightly clutching a book to her chest.

Anna tried her best to look friendly and approachable. "Belle, today you were upset and crying almost all class period. Is there something the matter?"

Anna didn't expect the girls to trust her instantly. After all, she was a new teacher, and they'd only just met. But she wanted to let the students know that someone was there for them.

Belle's eyes widened, and Snow glanced worriedly at her. A choke bubbled up in Belle's throat, and she buried her face in the pile of tissues.

"Please don't cry, honey," Anna tenderly patted the girl's shoulder. When Belle calmed down a bit, Anna took a deep breath. Here goes nothing. "I…I couldn't help but overhear you two talking…"

The two of them stiffened, and horror flooded their eyes.

"You…" Belle's voice cracked. "…You know about…?"

Anna nodded slowly, regretfully. "I'm very sorry that you had to go through that. And I know exactly how you feel."

"Just stop," Belle muttered. "Everybody says that, but you don't actually know how I f…"

"Believe me," Anna smiled sadly. "I do know how you feel."

Belle fell silent, searching Anna's eyes. When she found truth in them, her head bowed dejectedly. "Please don't tell anyone," she whispered.

"Belle, you have to let someone know about this!" Snow insisted. She turned to Anna. "Ms. Ardor. Please let Principal Westleton know. He has to expel that damned Fraust girl! She can't keep running around as if she owns...!"

"Hold up," Anna's eyes widened. A jolt of fury struck her heart. "You're telling me that Elsa Fraust did this?"

Belle hesitantly nodded, but Snow loudly confirmed, "Yes!"

"Rest assured," Anna rested a hand upon Belle's arm. "I won't tell Westleton your names. I'll just tell him that I overheard multiple conversations from girls who were complaining about Fraust. If Elsa gets in trouble, there's no way that she will trace it back to you."

"Westleton's not going to do anything," Belle sighed.

"We have to at least try," Snow said firmly.

Anna leaned closer, looking Belle straight in the eye. "Belle, what did she make you do?"

Belle choked on her tears. She buried her face in her hands in shame, and spoke in such a muffled voice that Anna could hardly hear her. "She…she made me give her a-a..blowjob." Belle blew her nose in the tissue. "It was repulsive!"

Bile rose in Anna's throat. Burning anger gripped her veins. How dare she? How dare that blonde bitch force another person to touch that…that disgusting deformity of hers! She struggled to regain her voice.

"And what…what did she do when you told her that you didn't want to do it?"

Belle blinked for a couple of seconds, furrowing her brow. "Um…actually…I…I never explicitly told her to stop…"

"What?" Anna exclaimed. "So…she asked you to…and you agreed to it? Just like that?"

Belle gave one nod, shrinking back.

Anna's expression softened. "Belle, you do realize that it's going to be a lot more difficult to get Elsa in trouble if Westleton finds out that you gave no resistance. Why didn't you tell her no?"

"Because she'd kill me, that's why!" Belle blurted. "You don't deny Elsa Fraust. You know she killed seven grown men just because they wouldn't give her crack, right?"

"Uh…" Anna stammered. "I…I thought that…"

Belle paused for a second. "Well, it was either that, or the men owed her money for weed, and they couldn't pay up, so she…"

"No, no, no. That's not true," Snow corrected. "She killed the seven men because they broke her favorite skateboard. She demanded that they pay her back the cost, but when they refused…" Snow made a slicing motion with her hand across her throat.

"She didn't slit their throats though," Belle sniffed. "She strangled them all from behind and threw their bodies in the river."

"That's not what I heard," Snow argued. "I heard that all of their throats were…"

"Alright, alright, that's enough," Anna waved her hands in mild confusion and disgust. "Let's not speculate about rumors and whatnot." She turned to Belle and gazed at her seriously. "The next time Elsa asks you for something you don't want to give, I want you to firmly tell her no."

"Oh, I don't have to worry about that anymore," Belle wiped off her eyes. "Fraust never gets blown by the same girl twice. That's just how she works. No attachments, no feelings and shit. She won't give me a second glance. It's sort of like getting the flu…or chicken pox…or something. If you get it once, you'll never get it again," Belle smiled softly. "I suppose I should be happy about that."

Anna let out a tired exhale, collapsing back into her chair. She hadn't even been at this school for more than a day, and all she'd been hearing was "Fraust this" and "Fraust that." It gave her a throbbing headache.

But deep inside her core, resentment and bitterness boiled heatedly. She'd heard nothing but complaints about this gang leader, and it was about time that someone brought the untamable Fraust back down to Earth. That girl had no right to make people serve her hand and foot. She had no right to demand sexual favors from others. And she had no right to rule by intimidation.

"It'll be okay, Belle," Anna's eyes blazed. Anger and determination rose like a tsunami within her. She was much too familiar with the situation that Belle had earlier found herself in. And Anna wasn't about to let any more people suffer the same. It all ends now. "I'll make sure Fraust pays for this."

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I'm a bit worried that I crammed too much "stuff" into this chapter...but...what did you guys think? And thank you for all the reviews, favs, and follows! I greatly appreciate it!