Class Villainess

Chapter 139 - Taking Out This Torment (2)

—Phone call—

"Emmy, that experience is traumatic for me, indeed. I have been locking myself in my room and only come out to eat with my family in silence because I don't know how to handle this."

"That feeling is eating me from the inside, and I don't know how to vent this… until you give me the idea just now."

What idea? An idea to screw it all? 

I wondered by myself, but since Elise was now on my side, things should be a lot easier. 

"So you're willing to help me, right? In any way possible," I asked, hoping that she'd accept it and ensure our victory. 

"Yes, in any way, I will help you."

…

Wow, I had to admit that I wasn't this strong. When I was in her position, all I could do was cry and lament my fate because that was the only thing I could do back then.

If only I had her courage and bravery, maybe stuff would be slightly different in my last life. 

"Then, I will explain everything first, including my plan," I said. I cleared my throat and started explaining everything that was in my head before, including the one I discussed with Logan.

"So, you know that they accept the request in exchange for money, right?" 

"Indeed, I was… one of the victims," Elise replied. 

"They don't have any set of limitations of what kind of stunt they would pull in exchange for money, but I bet they could always refuse something if the pay wasn't worth it."

"That's why I planned to make them do an absolutely crazy shit that would land them in jail if they got caught, in exchange for a big reward."

"But that request will be a trap for them. I'm planning to trap them in that request, though I haven't thought of a good trap yet," I explained. "But I do have an idea of something called the involuntary witness."

"Involuntary witness?" Elise asked. 

"It's basically a witness that accidentally saw everything involuntarily because she or he was in the wrong place, at a wrong time."

"That involuntary witness will be our key. If we can get someone who could be baited to be our witness, then our victory is assured."

…

There was no answer from Elise's side, so I asked nervously, "Uh… any question?"

"Wait, let me sum it up," Elise hummed for a moment. "So you want to trap those bastards, Thomas, Jorge, and Jackson, in their own dangerous stunt and have someone become an involuntary request that accidentally witnessed everything?"

"Indeed," I confirmed. 

"But that involuntary witness… if he or she reacted wildly, wouldn't that force those bastards to chase after the witness and beat him or her up? I think even worse, they will use scary threats so they wouldn't get caught."

"That is also the plan," I confirmed again. 

"… do you want to hurt this involuntary witness badly?" Elise sounded hesitating. Which I understood because what we were talking about was dragging an innocent victim here. 

"Yes, that is exactly my plan. But the thing is… we shouldn't drag someone who never hurt us in the first place. And we can't also drag someone unimportant because we want that involuntary witness to go to the police."

"We can't also drag girls like… Barbara Cornwell, if you know what I mean," I mentioned Barbie because she was a sophomore just like Elise, so Elise must've known her antics. 

"Ah, I understand…." 

…

…

There was a long silence between us until Elise suddenly gave her own idea, "I don't think we can use students in this. Because the police or school board will see this as regular bullying, and those bastards will get suspended at most."

"Why don't we use someone more important than just a student… like a teacher," Elise said. "If we can get a teacher as our involuntary witness, then the possibility of those bastards to get expelled or put into the juvenile center would be higher because violence against teachers is unforgivable."

"And that teacher must look weak and fragile, probably a short woman, because it will make them look really bad in the court. You know, it'd be sensational news to see three strong high school students beating up a helpless little female teacher. That'd definitely put pressure on the school board or, even worse, the judge in the court to put a heavy sentence to those three."

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…

Holy shit, I hadn't thought of that before. That idea was fucking genius! 

If we used a teacher instead of students, then the school board, or even worse, the court judge would have to put a heavy sentence in Thomas, Jorge, and Jackson, or they'd face backlash from people. 

It made me wonder when Mona said that Elise was blunt and how she checkmated that girl in her class. I had a feeling that we could work together as a team. 

And I was mind blown by her strength and ideas. She was definitely a partner-in-crime material!

But… I had no idea of any teacher that we could use in this. Of course, I knew that none of my teachers in this high school cared whether one or two students got bullied. Most of them just teach and leave. Some even ignored any real fight happening in front of them. 

"Honestly, that is a perfect idea, Elise," I complimented her first to make her comfortable around me. "But I have no recommendation of any teacher with our preferred appearance. And also, we cannot just take a good teacher who never hurts anyone to be our victim, you know that, right?"

"Uh… I have, actually," Elise said. "I don't think you've met her yet, because she teaches sophomore. But she fits that criteria perfectly, and she is… a total bitch."

"Who?"

"Miss Alba, Brittany Alba," Elise mentioned. "She is an English teacher, and believe me, she loathes every girl, humiliates and bullies them because she sees them not as a student, but as a competitor."

I tried recalling when I was a sophomore in my last life. I didn't have much recollection because sophomore was the most fleeting moment.

At that time, I was beaten up left and right, every day felt like nothing, and I was numb through any pain. Because my Mom and Grandma died at the start of sophomore year, and everything after that felt like a dream instead.

But I continued recalling this teacher called Brittany Alba—until I remember that short English teacher in her early 30 who tried to mingle with any hot male students. 

She basically latched in any male student that looked hot, mostly the jocks. 

She would also join any conversation between male students, making herself part of the conversation. All I saw was an attention whore who wanted to be the center of attention for the boys.

And how could I remember this one teacher? Well, I recalled the time when she tried to touch Mason inappropriately.

Yes, it was Mason Hall again.

That guy was way too handsome and popular for his own good. 

I remembered seeing her trying to push Mason to a tree and tiptoes, trying to kiss him on the lips. This happened behind the school. The location wasn't far from my usual hiding spot where I parked my bike because that place was like my safe space so my bike wouldn't be destroyed by some bullies. 

Though, I recalled that she failed because Mason just pushed her and left immediately. Too bad he never reported her, probably because he didn't want trouble. 

Miss Brittany Alba never talked to me, nor did she ever see me as a threat. Maybe because she thought I was way lower than her in terms of attractiveness. She did get catty with Jessica and Ashley, though, since they were more physically attractive.

Now I wondered…

"Elise, do you have any problem with Miss Brittany Alba?" I asked. 

"W—Well, kind of…." Elise replied. "It's partly because of my sharp tongue, as usual, I guess. But what I said was the truth."

"What did you say to get you in trouble with her?"

"It's because she keeps flirting with a male student during her class. Everyone was uncomfortable with her, but nobody dared to say anything because she is a teacher."

"I was so annoyed by her shamelessness to take a seat and literally sit beside that male student and leaned on his shoulder while reading a text passage in the book."

"She also giggled and flirted with the male student periodically, that male student looked so anxious and scared, so I called her out."

"And… what did you say?" I asked impatiently. 

"Uh… In the middle of the class, I told her to stop acting like a teenage girl because she is a 33 years old woman. And I also told her to start teaching seriously because we won't learn anything listening to her flirting."

"Wow, Elise, that's vicious, no wonder she hates your guts… nice."