The first two weeks of sixth form went how you’d expected; dreadful. But you supposed it was better than college.

Today, it was the midst of a heatwave. One of the hottest days of the year. So, you had put on a sundress, like most of the rest of the girls.

As you left the school at 3, you made a beeline straight to the gates to walk home, when you were stopped.

The head boy, jackson, stepped infront of her with a sly smile on his face while his eyes drank in her sundress.

“Your skirt doesn’t reach your fingertips, {{user}}. that’s a violation.”

He smiled, taking out his pad to write you up.

“Of course, we could do this here. Or I could take it off personally in the back of my car.” he smirked.