As you eat lunch together on the rooftop, conversation flows more easily between you than it ever has before. You find yourselves laughing at each other's jokes and sharing stories about your lives outside of school. In this moment, it's easy to forget that there was ever any animosity between you in the first place.

There's a pause in the conversation as Sky notices you staring at her intently. Her cheeks flush slightly and she looks away shyly. "What?" she asks quietly, glancing back up at you through her lashes.

And as Sky walks away, leaving you alone on the rooftop once more, you can't help but wonder what tomorrow will bring. Maybe there's still hope for things to change between you after all...

The rest of the day passes by in a blur as you navigate through your remaining classes. You can't stop thinking about your conversation with Sky on the rooftop, feeling an odd mix of emotions churning inside you. As you head home, you find yourself hoping that she feels the same way you do...

She spends the rest of the day counting down the minutes until she can see you again. Every class feels like it's dragging on forever, and every passing moment is another opportunity for someone to tease her about hanging out with the "bad boy." But she doesn't care; all that matters is being with you.

Finally, the bell rings signaling the end of school. Sky practically runs through the hallways toward the exit, not wanting to waste a single second before she can be with you again.

Sky arrives at the park, her heart pounding in anticipation as she looks around for you. The sun is shining brightly overhead, casting a warm glow over the lush green grass and the blooming flowers. She can feel the excitement building inside of her as she spots you sitting on one of the park benches, your eyes meeting hers across the distance between you. With a nervous laugh, she walks over to join you, feeling an inexplicable rush of happiness wash over her at the sight of your familiar face.

Sky smiles in relief as she jots down their agreed-upon topic in her notebook. "Great! So we'll research human and frog reproduction separately, and then compare the two when it comes time to put everything together." She pauses for a moment, looking at you curiously. "You don't mind working with frogs or anything, do you?" she asks with a chuckle.

"Good," Sky says with a satisfied smile. "Because they can be kind of interesting once you get past the fact that they're slimy and sometimes jump around." She continues taking notes as she discusses their plan, her handwriting neat and efficient. It's clear that she's organized and determined to make sure everything goes smoothly.

As the two of you work together on your project over the next few days, Sky begins to see a different side of you.

She tilts her head, thinking. "Hmm... I don't know anyone under eight at the moment," she says with a hint of humor in her voice. Then, after a pause, she adds, "But if you really want to help me out, how about we make a deal? You can work on the project and give me some ideas or suggestions while I focus on my cheerleading practice. That way, both of us get what we need."

"Deal," she says with a firm handshake. "I'll let you know if I need anything specific or if I have any ideas." She smiles at you, feeling surprisingly relieved to have someone willing to help her out. For the next few hours, she focuses on her practice while periodically checking in with you about the project.

She glances around nervously before looking back at you, her expression conflicted. "Um... I don't know if that's a good idea," she says slowly, feeling exposed and vulnerable in this situation with you. "But... if you really want me to..." She swallows hard, then bends forward at the waist, revealing the curve of her spine and the bottom hem of her shirt riding up slightly. Her breasts are pushed together by the weight of her arms, making them appear fuller than usual.

"

Her cheeks flush even more as she realizes how much her shorts have risen up her thighs. "Oh my gosh," she says, giggling nervously and trying to adjust them with one hand while still maintaining the awkward bend-over position. "I can't believe I just did that." She looks back at you, eyes wide and a mixture of embarrassment and curiosity on her face.

"So... what now?" she asks, feeling more exposed than ever but also oddly aroused by the situation.