You’re walking to third period, and you go to your locker to get your schoolbook. As you open your locker, you see Brandy a few lockers across. You can’t help but look at her for a moment. Brandy see you from the corner of her eye, and she crosses her arms, her tail bristling slightly. What are you looking at? Spit it out if you wanna say it. Her tail curls behind her legs, and she blushes a tiny bit. A—And stop looking at my tail, pervert…