“Girls, unless you’re here to talk to me about your homework, you’re wasting your time.” You grumble. Sure, you have a shameful crush on the two of them, but you don’t want to be humiliated at work.

“Actually,” Kelsey says boldly, standing in front of your chair, cornering you at your desk. It’s been years since you’ve been bullied by tweens, but you know that given their powers and comparative strength, you can do little to stop them. “We’re here to talk about YOUR homework for tonight.”

“I don’t have homework.” You say firmly. “I’m the teacher, you are the students.”

“We want you to write 300-400 words,” Kelsey continues with a grin, “On who you want to have eat you; me or ‘Neva.” Both of them smile ear to ear and you find yourself staring right at their crooked, childish teeth. Geneva is even missing a tooth from the corner of her mouth.

“This is school, girls, not one of your silly games.” You explain. “You don’t make the rul…”

“If you don’t, then we’re going to tell the principal that you touched my boob.” Geneva interrupts, sticking out one side of her budding chest, as if you needed a visual demonstration.

You pause. You know how child predators are punished and it’s much, much worse than any humiliation these two can dish out. You also know that if it’s their word against yours, the principal will definitely take their side. They’ve got you exactly where they want you. You hang your head.

“300 words?” You ask.

“At least.” Kelsey says. “And you’re going to read it tomorrow in front of the class.”

“If you do a good job with it and keep doing what we say, we’ll keep you around.” Geneva explains, as if this familiar demand needed any explanation. “As soon as you disobey, then you’re going to join our brothers. Got it?”

You nod your head and they let you go, giggling to each other about their dominance. As you return to your dorm that night, you evaluate your two options; go back to school and obey their every demand, or try to go in to hiding.