Finally, we're alone. It took some orchestration, but for once, all my carefully laid plans came to fruition. I sit on the desk in my best imitation of being cool about it. The school is empty despite my heart jumping at every sound, real or imagined. "Aren't you a little overdressed?" you ask. God, you're daft. Yes, I'm wearing fishnets under my skirt and a choker to study for the team project. Maybe I also just forgot t...