I promise I won’t do it again!

The person blocking John’s way was the last person he expected to actually care about something he did. Just as John wanted to say something in his own defence, the world shifted around them and he felt himself pulled into a barrier. “Oh god, not you too” he said with a sigh.

You have entered Victoria’s Question Room.
You can only leave when the barrier owner allows it.

The person that had stopped him was none other than his history teacher Victoria Wentworth. John instinctively summoned his pets as he warrily jumped back a meter, pulling his bow to his hand from his inventory and switching to his combat gear, only to see her sigh and shake her head.

“Relax, Mr. Newman, what did I just say?” the elderly teacher asked with a clearly annoyed sigh.

“You… wanted to talk.” John replied.

“Exactly, so dismiss those critters and answer my questions, then you can go back to doing whatever you hunters do.” Wentworth pointed at the silver arrow on his neck. Indicating she knew the organisation.

“So you are not going to attack me? Not even after what I did to Frank?” John asked slightly suspicious, unable to not think that there to be a connection between what he did to Frank just now and getting pulled into a barrier by one of his teachers.

“Three things, Mr. Newman. If I wanted to attack you, you would be dead by now. What you do with your classmates is completely up to you as long as you don’t harm my interests. So far, you didn’t; see that you don’t do so in the future. And finally, killing you would provide me with nothing of any value. So, now stop being stupid and get over here.”

John dismissed his pets and shrugged. She had a point. Putting his bow away he walked back to where he started, Mrs. Wentworth by now pulling a picture out of her pocket.

“Mr. Newman, do you know this gorgon?” she asked him as she showed him a picture of Mimi, eyes closed licking an egg.

“Ehm, no? What’s a gorgon?” he asked playing dumb.

Mrs. Wentworth pinched the bridge of her nose. “You should really start paying attention in my class. This gorgon managed to invade my personal storage barrier, licked everything, then left with an egg, yet I have been unable to find any trace of it.” She was clearly annoyed by this.

“Oh, I, ehm, I’m sorry. I will keep my eyes open and let you know if I see her?” he asked in a small voice.

“See that you do. Goodbye, Mr. Newman.” And just as quickly as she had come, Wentworth was gone.

The barrier owner allows you to leave. You can leave when you want.

John shrugged and cast Exit Barrier wondering who else in his school was part of the Abyss, hell, if even the teachers got involved. Upon entering the real world again, he looked around, making sure no one saw him before he made a quick dash to the parking lot, where he saw something he should have predicted, to be honest.

Vanessa and her own group of cronies had surrounded Cynthia. It was clear that Cynthia and Vanessa were arguing about something by the way she pointed her finger at the bitch queen. John could hear part of the conversation as he walked up.

“By now, I bet they are rushing that loser to the ER, but don’t think you will get away either. When my boyfriend gets here, you will get what’s coming to you…” Vanessa’s hateful voice rang out as she laughed at Cynthia’s face.

The huntress showed remarkable restraint as she asked, “Are you done pretending to be a important?”

Before Vanessa could reply, John had **** his way into the circle and tapped Vanessa on her shoulder. When she turned to look at him in annoyance, she yelled, “What? Can’t you see I’m busy?”

“Boo,” was all John said, Vanessa’s face going pale when she actually recognized him. Cynthia’s face turned into a menacing grin as she stepped up to the other side of Vanessa.
“Now, do you remember what I said last time we met, Bitch? If I ever saw your ugly mug again….” Vanessa’s knees gave out as John glared at the troupe of cheerleaders around them.

“Fuck off! All of you! I wasn’t afraid when I took down your fuckboys, and I am not going to be afraid of a group of uppity twats.”

Before John could say ‘the end’, the cheerleaders fled in different directions; the only one that could not get away was Vanessa, she was after all surrounded by both John and Cynthia.

Cynthia stared hatefully at Vanessa, the bitch queen’s eyes filling with tears as she asked: “What… what are you going to do?”

John kissed Cynthia softly, winking at her as he offhanded replied, “Nothing. I am going to do nothing. I beat Frank, you have just lost all your credibility, I don’t plan on doing anything else. You’re done, Vanessa. But, unlike you, I won’t kick someone while he’s down.”

Cynthia gave a soft pout as she asked him, “Are you sure I can’t slap that bimbo face of hers?” John laughed at her wondering why she was acting this way.

“Nah, she’s not worth it. C’mon, babe, we have actually interesting people to see.”

“Fiiiiine,” Cyn replied, taking John’s hand and walking to the nearby SUV, leaving Vanessa alone on the wet pavement of the parking lot. The bitch queen had been broken.

When they got into the car, they kissed again, Cynthia hugging him tightly as she asked, “Had a fun day, I take it?”

“It was eventful, to say the least.”

Both of them grinned at one another. “So, acting like a psycho girlfriend? Why?”

“Well, if they think that I am a psycho and you are the only thing that stands between me and them… I think they will forgo trying to get **** again, don’tcha think?”

John couldn’t deny that logic, so he shrugged.