Ava gets cheeky with you

You'd stayed up too late last night. It wasn't like you had a good reason to, certainly it wasn't because you were struggling with your homework, several sheets of which were splayed before you untouched. You blew the work off, and now you were paying for it, functioning on a couple hours too few sleep trying to get everything done, sitting in your desk at the back of your homeroom class, racing to scrawl something, ANYTHING down before the first bell rang. Luckily for you, most of your fellow students are uninterested in anything but quietly waiting for their own brains to finish booting up this early in the morning, and weren't doing much to distract you. Unluckily for you, the Misfits were among your fellow students, and were themselves planning on being very, very distracting.

Ashley was the only one who you actually shared a homeroom with, and even then that was mostly only on paper, when she felt like or was **** to show up for it. A lot of the time she would skip, to hang out with the rest of her friends, except today where they had come to her, as she coincidentally sat directly next to you, and her friends filled in the space between the two of you. You were doing an admirable job ignoring them, straining yourself to remember some trigonometry function, when with a thud and a jingling of chains and belt buckles, Ava sat herself on the edge of your desk. Her pants were laden with an extra couple of belts today, matched by a black tank-top that you'd guess probably had some sort of logo on it, though you couldn't tell with her back to you. The rest of her group giggled as she turned over her shoulder to look at you, brushing her dark hair out of her face.

"'Sup, Sam!" Ava said, "Funny seeing you here!~"

"Yeah, hilarious..." you grumbled. You tried to keep your head down and focus on getting your work done, even as Ava leaned back, stretching with a loud groan and her arms over her head, and even as you couldn't help but notice how much of her back it left exposed as her tank top rode up with her shoulders. As a matter of fact, you realized, Ava was gradually taking up more and more of your desk, and showing off more and more of her back and, you realized with a tinge of heat in your cheeks, more of her backside. Her pants were sagging more than usual under the weight of another spike-decorated belt today, and the more you tried to ignore her, the further she backed up towards you, scooching back inch by inch onto your desk, and letting the back of her jeans get shuffled further down. You were doing okay ignoring her at first, despite even with the peek of her ass-crack and black thong cresting into view, but before long, half of your desk was taken up by her half-exposed ass, and your thoughts and calculations on the angle of some curve of some function were equally eclipsed by the curve of her pale cheeks. Despite everything, you found yourself staring, her underwear bunched up beneath her cheeks, as she treated you to a face-full of a full moon, perfectly smooth and unblemished other than a single tattoo of a black heart on one cheek. You heard the giggling of the other girls getting louder, and your eyes flicked up and met Ava's, who gave you a wink.

"Enjoyin' the view?" she asked, and you clammed up, thankful for the first time to heard the first period bell go off and spare you having to find an answer. Mrs. Gray walked in the exact moment it did, and idly started placing papers down at her desk.

"Good morning, take your seats, open your books, we'll begin in a moment," she rattled off, only briefly pausing to glance up at the group surrounding you. "Girls, get to class," she added, and the Misfits started lazily making their way to the door. Ava gave you another look back, and smirked back at you as she scooted forward, and yanked up the back of her jeans.

"That show wasn't free, y'know," Ava said, "I'll catch up with you later to talk payment~" And with that, and another wave onward from your teacher, the group departed, leaving you red-faced and staring off into space as class began. You didn't really pay much attention for the rest of class, quickly jotting down half-assed answers for the rest of the worksheet before shoving it into your backpack and spending the rest of the period doodling in the margins of your notebook- idly including, to your own consternation, an ink black heart in the very corner.