Addison

The dean leans forward to peer over his desk. Below her jacket she’s wearing bright green pants, made from a sporty fabric. They cling to her, couldn’t be any tighter if they were painted on, but they don’t seem out of line. Addison’s legs are crossed, and he meets her gaze, sees the rebelliousness in her expression, knows how she behaves when she gets that way.

Leigh

“No,” Leigh said, cutting him off and rising to block his way. “I can’t believe that we’re too much for you. You must’ve handled way worse than two cute, curious schoolgirls.” She slid open her hoodie’s zipper. Her dress underneath was simple enough, a patterned summer fit, but its neckline plunged. Cinched tight beneath her chest, she wore no bra. Her mom wouldn’t have let her out of the house like this, not without the hoodie over, the hoodie that she was now tossing onto the desk behind her.

Carly

White stockings ran from her black leather boots to a pleated skirt with a green-blue plaid design. A white polo tucked into the skirt’s tight waistband, embroidered with the emblem of a prestigious private school -- expensive enough to earn the label “academy”. She was cute, in a bookish way. Simple makeup, brunette hair tucked neatly behind her ears. In our sea of gray suits and beige cubicals, she stood out.