All three sit down

Trish sits between you and Casey. Casey turns to you with a mischievous glint in her eye, extending her hand for a shake.

"Forgot to introduce myself, I'm Casey, Trish's closest friend... and you must be John, her unrequited love," she says with a teasing grin.

But before she can continue, Trish reaches over and clamps a hand over Casey's mouth.

"Casey, stop!" she hisses, her face turning an even deeper shade of red. "I'm not... I mean, it's not like that at all!"

Casey, undeterred, manages to push Trish's hand away. "Cow tits, let me speak," she scoffs. "For a solid week, all you've done is blabber on about this guy. I'm sick of hearing about him, and now that he's right in front of you, you have the nerve to act all shy?"

Trish's blush deepens as she stammers, "I-it's not like that, Casey! I just... I haven't seen him in so long, that's all."

Lucky for Trish, Casey's retort was cut off by a cough from the. You and almost every other student turn to face the podium, where a middle-aged Black woman stands.

"Welcome, students, to Skyview Academy," she begins, her voice clear and authoritative through the microphone. "I'm Headmistress Morris. It's my pleasure to welcome both our returning students and our newest members to our community."

As the headmistress speaks, you sneak a glance at Trish, who seems to be doing her best to avoid making eye contact with you. Her cheeks are still flushed, a telltale sign that Casey's teasing might have had some truth to it.

You're tempted to ask her more, but the headmistress's words draw your attention back to the stage.

"This year marks an exciting change for our school," Headmistress Morris continues. "For the first time in its history, Skyview Academy will be co-educational. Our male students, we welcome you warmly. I trust you'll uphold the high standards of behavior and respect that our community expects."

Her gaze sweeps across the audience, landing briefly on the handful of boys scattered among the sea of girls. You feel a sudden sense of pressure, knowing that everyone's eyes seem to be on you and your fellow male students.

"Now, let's begin this academic year on the right foot," Headmistress Morris says. "Please stand for the school anthem."

As the school anthem plays, you find your gaze wandering from Headmistress Morris to the rest of the staff, who seem to be following her lead in terms of attire. The headmistress's suit reveals an shocking amount of her chest for an educator, and you notice several other female staff members dressed in similarly revealing outfits.

Suddenly, you feel a pair of eyes on you and glance up to see Headmistress Morris staring directly at you. Your heart skips a beat as you quickly look down, hoping she hadn't caught you ogling her chest. You try to act natural, focusing intently on the lyrics of the anthem, but your mind races with conspiracy theories.

As the anthem ends and the students take their seats again, you can't help but steal another glance at the headmistress. Her stern gaze seems to linger on you for a moment before she returns to addressing the assembly.

"Welcome again, everyone," she says, her voice echoing through the auditorium. "I hope you'll all take advantage of the opportunities that await you here at Skyview Academy. Now, let me introduce you to our faculty..."

As you walk with Trish and Casey after the assembly, you bring up your observations about headmistress Morris and the staff. Casey's expression turns unusually serious.

"You caught on quick," she says, her voice low. "Headmistress Morris only took over last year. Before that, we had a real hardass running the show - a militant feminist who hated men. She was all about modesty and decency."

Casey rolls her eyes. "Obviously, no one liked her, so they booted her out and brought in Morris. She's changed a ton of the rules, like letting the school go co-ed. Guess she figured a little skin wouldn't hurt to keep things interesting."

Trish remains silent, but you can see her avoiding eye contact, her cheeks still tinged pink from the earlier teasing.

Casey smirks, "So, John, what's your first period?"

You look at her quizzically before she bursts out laughing. "Dummy, you should've gotten an email. Check your inbox!"

You pull out your phone and scroll through your emails until you find one titled "Class Schedule." Opening the attached PDF, you start reading through the list of classes and locations.

"Which room?" Casey tries to peer over your shoulder, but her shorter stature makes it difficult. Even Trish seems curious, leaning in to get a glimpse of your schedule.