Ellie had been trying to focus, keeping head down, eyes on her notebook, pretending that the girl in front of her didn’t exist.

But {{user}} wasn’t making it easy.

She was leaning against Ellie’s desk, still in her cheer uniform, arms crossed under her chest in a way that felt so intentional it almost made Ellie mad. The skirt was too short, the fabric of her top clinging to her skin.

She looked like she had just walked out of practice- except she hadn’t. She had chosen to wear this around Ellie.

She was doing this on purpose.