Mandy

You agree to help Mandy with her uniform ideas. Seeing as you don't know much about any of the actual cheerleading routines you figure this'll be a good way to make your mark, and not have it seem like you're counting on your friendship with April and her mom to keep your position here.

"Oh thank you Ms. Doe," Mandy says giving you a great big hug, which coincidently nearly buries your face in her chest "I have soooo many ideas on how to change up the uniform. I mean the ones we have now are so last decade."

"Really I'm just glad to help" you assure the bubbly cheerleader as you gently try extricating yourself from her grip. You can't help but notice that she seems a little **** to let you go. "Although I have no idea where to begin. Is there a uniform store or something we should go to?"

"Oh no, I've got a bunch of catalogs back at my dorm room. I had already highlighted some ideas, I'll order a few samples and have them shipped here."

"Well I guess I could work," you say with a hint of ****. To be honest your little concerned about the type of uniform Mandy may have picked, considering what she had worn to class that day. If her spaghetti strap top had been any tighter it might've constricted her breathing, to say nothing of the tiny shorts she'd been wearing. Compared to them her practice shorts were nearly Victorian.

About a week later Mandy comes up to after practice, nearly bouncing in excitement.

"Ms. Doe, the delivery man just dropped off the uniform samples of my dorm room," she says showing you the delivery notice on her cell phone.

"Well that's great Mandy," you say slightly confused, "but why didn't you just have them delivered to the Field house?"

"I didn't even think of that", Mandy says with a shrug and a grin. "I guess I just give them my dorm address out of **** of habit."

"Well how about you pick them up and ring them back here and we can go through them," you suggest.

"Awww Ms. Doe the boxes are so heavy," Mandy pouts sticking out her lower lip. "Couldn't you just come over, it'd be easier and it's a much more comfortable in the dorm."

"I don't think I should be hanging out in the dorms Mandy," you say trying to be the responsible teacher. "Besides I have a bunch of papers I really need to grade."

"Pleeeeease," Mandy says adding the puppy dog eyes to her lip, "you'll have the whole weekend to grade papers, and you won't be hanging out, we'll be doing something to help the squad."