Vicem Alteram [Various PDH x f!reader]

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴡᴏ

Alternative Title: No I'm not fucking Spiderman, oh you also get rizzed unsuccessfully and successfully 

"Sorry, so sorry, can't believe I'm late to my own class," Mrs. Douglas was... rather normal to say the least. Long blonde locs fashioned in retro looking curls, a mini pompadour fastened with a crimson bandana, and lips painted in a vivid red. A simple black and white polka dot blazer, and soon it was easy to figure out she was very much inspired by vintage retro looks. The woman was rather frazzled, hands waving to and fro as she flitted about the room placing syllabus after syllabus, and her olive eyes never focused on one singular thing.

"Ehe, now then, in case some of you have yet to realize, I am your homeroom teacher: Mrs. Douglas. In this class we will be going over the basic fundamentals of career and technical education, you all should be very glad you get the chance to attend this institution. Phoenix drop high features a plethora of classes, for all different groups, and allows you to experience and learn of things you couldn't dream of,"

Oh geez, there was also the fact she was very uhm, passionate about her alma mater. Predictably her voice melds into the background, as you boredly stare ahead. It seems like PDH did have responsible teachers, and turns out you were roped with one of them. In normal circumstances the thought should probably be comforting, but maybe a little part of you was looking forward to whatever eccentric persona PDH would throw at you.

The small pity party is cut short, whenever you sling your palm in front of your face, fist closing around a small object. What the hell? Tainted in utter bewilderment you stare at your closed fist, mouth parted slightly in shock, where did that even come from. Looking at an angle you lock eyes with Rylan who is staring at you with burgundy eyes wide as saucers. One of his hands is hanging midair, and based on the position his hand was in it seemed he was the one who threw the thing that was going to hit your face.

Daniel is also staring at you, lapis eyes swinging back and forth between a gobsmacked Rylan and a confused you.

"What the actual hell...?" Rylans voice is an incredulous whisper, and it's a good thing you all were in the back of the classroom. His hand is now pulled back and on top of his desk, but he's leaning his head in your direction, brows furrowed and purple ears twitching erratically. Does he not see that you are just as confused as him!?

"You're confused? I'm confused-"

"Are you spider-man?" Is he...is he serious? Staring Rylan down is reminiscent of a staring contest with a goldfish. His face is downright serious, scarily unblinking. He is sitting on the edge of his seat, knee bouncing as he stares at you in utter awe- utter conviction. Blinking slowly you sent a helpless glance at Daniel. Who was too busy burying his head in his arms on his desk, shoulders shaking as quiet giggles wracked his form.

"Rylan please tell me you're jok-"

"If you can't tell me that's fine- but like your spidey senses are top notch dude," You don't even get a chance to rebuttal, because Dottie (Who had been indirectly listening, if one indigo ear angled in your direction counted as discreet) busted out laughing. Hand to mouth, she looked in Rylan's direction very obviously laughing at his belief.

"Miss. Bradamante, what could possibly be so funny that you decide to interrupt me?" Almost immediately the female werewolf sobers up, ears laying flat as she glanced down at the desk. Fair skin showcasing a slight blush of embarrassment.

"Nothing, Mrs. Douglas, sorry for cutting you off," the teacher lets out a displeased harumph before she glances back down at the paper in her hand. With one last heady stare in your group's general direction she begins to recite the syllabus outline. Coast now clear Dottie shifted in her seat, torso facing Rylan, before slowly dragging her thumb in a line in front of her throat. Rylan, feeling that he wasn't at fault, had already begun to open his mouth. No sound gets the chance to come out, because in a move of brash confidence Daniel is jolting out of his seat, leaning over his desk and grabbing at the cuff of Rylan's sleeve.