fandomhigh | How to Be a Complete Bitch Without Really Trying, Workshop 7, Period 2 (Monday, August 18)

Class! Class, this week was very exciting! Were they excited, children? They should be! Today was a very special day! Today was their final! Wasn't that right, Jean-Paul?

"Indeed, Mademoiselle Bell," Jean-Paul agreed. "Today is your final." They should be very excited indeed! They were almost done with Jean-Paul and Tink! "And we have a very special final in store for you. It should be an excellent test of whether you have truly learned the way of the bitch, is that not right, Mademoiselle Bell?"

It should! It also contained random humiliation, which, in Tink's mind, was just as important for a final. Because teachers should get to laugh at their students a lot. Why else would one teach? It certainly wasn't for the money. Did the children have any idea what they got paid, here? Here was a hint: not much.

"It is true, we do not. Do not go into education, children. The pay is horrible and you have to deal with, well, you. When you are thirty looking back at yourselves as teenagers, you will agree with me." Was Jean-Paul being bitchy? Yes. He also believed he was one hundred percent right. "Now, your final will be simple. Complete the tasks assigned to you in the proper fashion, and you are done."

Of course, that was only simple for people with full, functioning brains, so Tink wasn't too convinced that all of their students could pull it off, but at least the failures would be entertaining. Tink had a martini and would be keeping score and videotaping anything that looked particularly useful for blackmail purposes. Had Jean-Paul noticed how rich this island was, for blackmail possibilities?

"I have!" Jean-Paul said happily. "Truly, it is a wonderful place. Unless you are the one being blackmailed." They would not speak of the weekend everyone was a pony. Ever. "But remember, children, after the blackmail possibilities, you are done!" That meant they never had to see JP and Tink again! Unless they needed clothes. Or got stuck in one of his classes. But other than that!

And that was a very, very good thing indeed. Now shoo! Off with you! Time to final!

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Tink folded her arms. Yes. Did he want to pass this class? Did he want to have to take it over again? Did he want the footage of him in the tiara and sash circulating around Fandom? She had footage, he should know. And no real compulsion about publishing it. Take that.

"I don't care, frankly. There's pictures of me as a kitten with ribbons too. What's that to the price of rice in Red Windmill? If you want to amuse yourselves watching someone dance about, I'm sure you can find a copy of the dress in your size. You do run the clothing store."

There were some things he would do for a good grade. This, however, was not one of them. He'd had enough of this sort of behavior when he was a child and he wasn't having it.

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She wasn't putting on anything that unspeakably horrible. She was a bitch and a diva. That dress was for lame people with stupid names. Ones who had to humiliate themselves in her class. He'd done the stupid Miss America thing! It was just a dress! And then she'd set the dress on fire later and laugh herself silly.

He was no fun at all. Do it.

"But the mustard would compliment your hair," he sniped with a wicked grin. Now he was starting to see why they'd had such fun. "And that pink just matches the flush of your face when you get mad, just like that. It really brings out your eyes."

"Actually, they really would not," Jean-Paul said. "Are you color blind? These things will happen."

"Better her than me," he said in reply. "Green and black with pink and yellow? I think not."

"I am quite sure the color combination will not be as bad as you are thinking." It would be worse.

"I am quite sure you're going to have to test it on someone else as I'm not wearing that."

"But what about the song?"

"And I don't sing. And we're not even discussing the mustard.

"I'll cook with it before I'll put it anywhere on my person."

Tink huffed. Did this boy have any idea who she was, and what she could do?

Did he want to have green-and-pink polka-dotted hair?

No. No, he did not.

Sing the song. Really. He wouldn't like the alternative.

He snorted.

"I was green and then covered in blue diamonds for a week. I don't particularly care."

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