Ashley White, nerdy newspaper girl

''You know what, let me have it.'' Ms. Martinez extends her arms and beckons you to give her Ashley's skin.

''What? This?,'' you glance at Ashley's skin in your hand, ''But I was just about to- ''

''Do you want me to beg for it?'', Ms. Martinez sashays closer to you, ''Cause, I'm very, very good at it.''

''Jesus Jimmy, no. I mean, fine,'' you throw Ashley's skin at your friend.

''Good boy,'' Ms. Martinez flashes a smile, ''I'll think of a reward for you later.''

You groan, ''So, now that you've got her skin as well, what am I supposed to do?''

''Don't worry, I haven't forgotten about you.'' Ms. Martinez holds up a finger. ''Who'd you want me to call?''

''Well, I couldn't decide, really.'' You say whilst watching Ms. Martinez gathers up Ashley's clothes and piles them up on a desk. Ashley's glasses sits atop the pile.

''Maybe you should think harder instead of ogling my boobs.'' Ms. Martinez turns to you and smirks. You quickly avert your eyes, which now you realize have been following the two mounds unconsciously.

''No, I wasn't,'' you stammer out, ''Fuck you, dude.'' you exclaim when you realize that Jimmy was messing with your head.

''So?'', Ms. Martinez let out a melodious laugh.

You look around the room but your gaze falls on the a pile of papers that you know Ashley and Ms. Martinez was working on before the untimely interruption. There's a picture of a group of girls that you recognized posing.

''I see you've decided'', Ms. Martinez's voice breaks you away from your reverie. And you realize maybe you've been staring at the photo for too long. ''Which one?''

''Which one, what?'' you repeat Ms Martinez's question.

''Of the cheerleaders, which one?''

''But I didn't even say anything.''

''You don't need to, so which one?'' Ms. Martinez presses you for answer. ''I'll count down, if you don't come up with an answer, I have someone else in mind for you.'' That's when you see a glint on Ms. Martinez's eyes. One that you often see in Jimmy's eyes when he was up to some mischief.

''Dude!'' you exclaim as you see her makes her way to a small mic on her desk that you are sure is connected to the PA system.

''Ten'', Ms. Martinez starts the count down and places her index finger on a small red button.

''Wait!''

''Nineeightsevensixfivefourthreetwo...''