Intellectual War

"TAAAHHHEEESSSIIIII!!!!!!!!" screeched a very angry, I mean, an extremely angry messy haired freak of a teacher.

All dignity went out the window. How could there have been any dignity, when one stumbled and landed on their butt? The poor teacher's state of mind and physical appearance was in total disarray.

Imagine this scene, a male, twenty-four years old, with an electrocuted hairstyle (usually sleek with a handful of mousse), his black-white striped jacket half down his left shoulder, and his glasses positioned on an angle with the right side frame nearly poking his eye out. Quite a cute scene, causing a few of the students' hearts beat a little faster, especially that of a certain boy in a wig and a dress… not like he would ever admit it to anyone. And definitely not to Mr. Fuji, the man he had marked as his number one public enemy.

Tahesi smirked; at least he got a kiss out of that stunt - an unresponsive kiss, but still a kiss from those pinkish lips. Those tasty, sweet lips… no no, Tahesi was not - NOT - a fan boy of this devil teacher. Never was, never will be and never going to be, full stop.

Without so much as a flick of his wig, Tahesi strutted out of the classroom, swinging those hips seductively, knowing every eye, even that of the fallen teacher was on him and his perfect ass. Those fan boys’ hearts were now wildly beating and a few were feeling a little uncomfortable in the groin region.

“Tahesi, stop right there! You aren’t going anywhere, mate!” said Mr. Fuji slyly. “You decided to come to school in a dress and make up, breaking two rules; no make up and uniforms are allowed to be worn…”

“Ah, that’s why I’m getting change, dearest teacher.” Tahesi was getting worried, because Mr. Fuji was up to something… something bad.

“But my dear student, your punishment is to wear that dress, including the limes for the rest of the day. That would let you understand the tedious affairs that nineteenth century ladies have to put up with. Same goes for the make up. You have volunteered to be Juliet for the school’s festival, thank you very much. For disrupting my class, you get detention for a week, starting today. Ah, I forgot to mention, you’ll be handing out a letter stating how sorry you are for being a trouble maker to bystanders in front of McDonalds, all the while in that dress, FOR THE WHOLE WEEK.”

Tahesi could only open and close his mouth in shock. The devil teacher had pulled all stops on revenge this time. How a tiny stunt like this could get him in so much trouble!! McDonalds! For a week! Juliet! No…wait, maybe …

“I’ll gladly be Juliet, if only you are Romeo… If you aren’t, I’ll just skip the performance night or stuff it up. Let’s have a vote for it.”

If he was going down, he vowed, so was Mr. Fuji.