you walk into english class, sitting in the second row from the back as the back row was already taken over by johnny and his friends. i sigh and sit in the middle seat of the second row, pulling down my short skirt… i immediately felt the lustful gaze of numerous teenage boys.

i feel johnny kick my chair, him and his friends snickering.

“turn around,” he smirks “don’t be like that” he chuckles as he sees the grumpy look on your face.