Manufactured Misfortune/Science

Science was the subject you two shared. You sit directly behind her but because another of her cheerleading friends sits to your left she'll often turn around to chat with her before class starts. Ever since you came to class in a sour mood once, Addison's made a point to make sure you're happy and tries to include you in conversation when possible. Because of this you know science is her worst subject (which is saying a lot from what you've learned from X) and she already asks you for help every class, so tutoring shouldn't be too much a stretch.

But that's a tomorrow issue, and for now you settle down with a video game to enjoy what's left of the weekend.

--The Next Day--

The rest of Sunday passed like any other. You and Emily didn't interact much following your little "incident," but it was more from doing your own activities rather than any awkwardness. You did ask what she got in the mail, but she just smiled coyly and claimed it was a secret. Other than that nothing remarkable happened for the rest of day.

The next morning began like any other, eating breakfast and watching the television while Emily showered first. You were pleasantly surprised when she came downstairs in a smaller towel than normal, barely reaching her thighs while showing off a good amount of cleavage, to tell you the shower was open before getting her own breakfast. Normally, with your parents gone by then, she just hollers that the shower's free and goes to change, but you chose not to question it and enjoyed the view for a moment breakfast heading to take a quick shower yourself.

When you came downstairs fifteen minutes later dressed and ready, you were even more surprised to find her still in a towel, in the living room, in the middle of blow drying her hair as she watched the TV.

"I'm pretty sure that's not a valid uniform, Em," you say with a smirk.

She turns to glare at you as she turns off the hairdryer.

"Ha ha, very funny. I'll have you know I was going to dry my hair when a news story caught my interest and I couldn't find where you left the remote. So, I brought my hairdryer down here instead."

She finished by crossing her arms while smiling, as if proud of herself for finding a solution. Rolling your eyes you check your phone as she unplugs her hairdryer from the wall.

"You know we leave in like, five minutes, right?"

"What!?"

She spins around as you hold your phone up to show her.

"Shit!"

With that said she dashed from the room and up the stairs, hair and towel flapping in the wind.

"Hey, language!"

"Bite me!"

You laugh as you move to the kitchen. You're no better yourself when it comes to swearing and she knows it. While rummaging around for a snack to go you cast a glace to where you were sitting earlier and stopped. Sitting there plain as day was the remote, right where you left it on the kitchen table.

Couldn't find the remote, huh? Yeah, whatever you say Emily.

Walking over you grab the remote and turn off the TV. Although you caught on to her lie you can't help the lecherous smile that crosses your face. If Emily wants to prance about in a towel, who are you to complain?

A few minutes pass and Emily practically tumbles down the stairs as she pulls on her shoes, looking a proper mess. Her socks are uneven, her blouse is only half buttoned and untucked, her skirt's crooked, and her backpack is hanging off one shoulder. As she rapidly fixes all that you note how her skirt is shorter than normal, barely reaching mid-thigh, and that with how open her shirt is you can see she isn't wearing a bra.

A few seconds and one adjusted uniform later you both head out the door. Still riding the heatwave from the weekend it was just warm enough to forgo jackets and enjoy a comfortable walk to school, another thing to contribute to your pleasant morning.

While walking you and Emily enjoy a nice conversation like any other morning. She tends to walk a bit ahead of you and you can't help but stare at her bottom as her skirt sways from side to side. You begin to wonder if she's going commando underneath but a stiff breeze dashes those hopes once you see her athletic shorts. However, once you stop to wait on traffic you spend the rest of the walk by her side and are treated to several glimpses of nipples pressing against her blouse.

Today was going to be a good day.

Soon the two of you arrive at school. It was a typical set up, a large multi-story block of a building for classes with the gym and sports fields behind it. You both made it a point to arrive early so there's only a few other students filtering in when you arrives.

"I gotta go change, talk to you later!"

You almost laugh at how ironic it is to arrive at school just as Addison, your "target" for lack of a better word, showed up. Just like X said, she was dressed in normal clothing, in this case black leggings with a purple t-shirt and jean jacket on top. She was just leaving her friends when she turned and saw you and Emily.

"Morning Emily! Morning Ron! I gotta go change but I'll see you in class later! Bye!"

Without even stopping she greeted you both and ran by before either of you could respond. You watch her go and enjoy the sight of her butt jiggling under her leggings, along with several other boys in the courtyard. Addison either doesn't notice or doesn't care, but you're pretty sure it's the former.

"I never understand wearing leggings as pants, it just seems like a ploy for attention if you ask me."

Evidently Emily was watching the same thing you were.

"You know what they say, don't knock it till you try it."

"I don't know..."

"What's the worst that could happen, some guys stare at your butt? Not like you got anything to be ashamed of, if you ask me."

That seems to catch her attention, and you watch as she tilts her head to the side and moves one hand to her behind while contemplating the idea. Unfortunately the two of you reach the front doors and have to go your separate ways. You share one class together, but your homerooms and lockers are separate. Saying goodbye to your sister you turn and go prepare for the school day.

--Later--

The day passes by smoothly, for the most part. Worksheets are handed in, graded assignments are handed out, tests are taken, and several students struggle to stay awake in the morning classes. Lunch comes and goes and before you know it you're sitting in the science lab, your first afternoon class, waiting for the teacher. Always one of the first to arrive you watch the other students file in and before long Addison arrives.

You get a good look at her as she walks to her seat. Her uniform is pretty typical with the sole exception of her shorter than average skirt, around the same length as Emily's was. As always she wore a smile on her heart-shaped face and had her hair cut short (a pixie cut coupled with bangs), which added together to give her a very cute appearance. However, her busty chest straining against her blouse made her that much more alluring.

You greeted her first as she sat down.

"Hey Addison."

"Hi Ron!"

Bubbly as ever she plopped down in her seat and turned to face you, her bust pressing into the back of the chair.

"How was your weekend?"

"Fine, just hung out at home with Emily. How about you?"

"Great! I had some cheer practice, hung out with the girls at the mall, it was fantastic!"

"Enjoy the heat?" you ask with a smirk.

"Ugh, the heat yesterday sucked! I mean I'm in my room, three fans blowing on me, on my bed in my underwear and I still felt like I was melting!"

"Tell me about it, Emily and I were wearing the lightest clothes we had available and took second showers later last night."

Addison was about to respond when the rest of the students flooded through the doors, followed by the teacher. She greeted her friends as they came in but had to turn back around shortly as class began. Your teacher, Mr. Turner, was one of the cooler teachers and made some small talk with the class for a bit before handing out last week's homework. Your grade was above average, just how you liked it, and as the class talked among themselves about their grades you look at Addison.

Her shoulders are slumped and her head held low, confirming what you already knew. Seeing your chance you speak up.

"Hey, Addison, you okay?"

She turned around and looked like someone told her that her dog ran away, a complete turn around from how she was a few minutes ago.

"No, I flunked another assignment, and if I don't improve my grades I might get kicked off the cheer team."

It was as if the universe itself was making an opening for you, so you wasted no time moving forward with the plan.

"If you want, I can tutor you. I do well in all my classes and have no after school activities so it wouldn't be a problem."

You want to say you offered because the sight of her so sad was too heartbreaking to bare, truly you really wish that was the case, but as her face lights up you can't ignore the guilt you feel, knowing you likely wouldn't have offered if X hadn't contacted you.

"Really!? You'd do that!?"

She's leaning her chair so far back as she asks it almost tips over, eager to hear your reply.

"Sure, I don't mind."

Her smile grows wider and she's about to speak when Mr. Turner calls the class to attention. She sits properly but turns and speaks in a whisper.

"Meet me outside the changing rooms after school, we'll talk details there."

With that she faces forward, but you could practically feel the raw joy radiating from her. Now that that's taken care of you turn your attention to the whiteboard Mr. Turner's currently writing on.

What next?

• A big science project with a partner Request --Notsooldpervert (talk) 04:37, 2 March 2020 (CET)
• Skip to a later class you share with Emily
• Skip straight to after school
• Something else happens