I take my seat behind Ashley and Aiden who just walked in, takes his seat behind me. This was just one more reason for him to hate me. Since I’m in his way, he can’t get to talk to Ashley.

The bell rings signaling for class to start and I lean my head down on the desk. History is boring is when you have my teacher. I yawn and hope I can take another nap before lunch starts. I sleep for a few minutes until I wake up to the sound of the teachers voice calling Ashley’s name.

I look up in front of me and ‘Shit!’

Why is it that Ashley has to choose today to follow the popular trend? Right now she is wearing close to nothing and paper thin clothes. Her skirt is incredibly short only passing her underwear by a cm or two. Her shirt is almost see through and her lingerie is slightly noticeable from my angle. My eyes are following her perfectly sculpted but that is being hugged so well in her jean skirt as my head rolls off the table, trying to get a better view of her ass.

My body is halfway away from my desk as I continue to gaze at her figure and take in the movements she takes as she sashays up to the teacher. I don’t really have a full head on right now and I’m sure I don’t know what I’m getting into as I undress her with her with my piercing gaze. I feel like a pervert. Oh screw it, that’s cause I am one. I’m a closet pervert and I admit it. Oh well, even if I do realize the full consequences of what I’m doing I’m sure I won’t be able to stop it.

My eyes are popping out of my head with my jaw strictly on the floor and I can even feel my breath hitch.

I do my best to make my staring discreet but I guess I’m not good enough cause next thing I hear is Aiden getting up from his seat.

“Hey you freak! Where do you think you’re looking at?!!” he yells out in anger and I turn behind me to see Aiden giving me the fiercest glare he can muster.