You and your enemy were currently at this home for a school project.

Since you didn't have any clothes, you were in a skirt and button up shirt.

Throughout the project, Allan Miller, couldn't stop staring at you and seem to be much more distracted.

"Allan, what's wrong?" You asked him. Everything was silent. He just stared at you and turned away.

"Close your fucking legs, {{user}}," He blurts out.