Shani is not at home in a skirt, but that's the dress code. She looks good in one though, and without being a priss like her older sis. She's got good legs too. Even though she's a year behind me, I can barely beat her in the 100m dash, and she's faster than some of the boys! There are some underclassmen in my health lab after gym, and Shani is one of them. She has the desk front of me. For someone who wants to be a policewoman, she sure doesn't follow the rules. She's usually late from track, and I can tell when she doesn't get to shower because the hair on her neck is still wet. The scent reminds me of sweat and kikyou tea. She never waits til after class to tell me stuff, so we get a reprimand "point" at least once a week. Like yesterday when our counselor left the room, she sat backwards in her seat just so she could tell me she forgot her track shoes and had to run barefoot. That's nice, now turn around. She said she thought she got a splinter and would I check. Yes, later, now turn around. Then she goes and puts her shoe up on my desk, and I could easily see up her skirt. She was wearing boring athletic underwear with legs, but I still felt something moving in my pants. She totally caught me staring, so I casually took her loafer off and tried to act natural even though her foot was all sweaty. Shani must've realized it too because she took it down before I even had time to find...whatever it was. But she STILL wouldn't face front! And right then of course our counselor walked in and called us out. I knew that was going to happen! Even so, it didn't make me all that mad. I think I might like her.