I was assigned to be George's guide to high school. Keep her on the straight and narrow essentially. What a mistake that was.

She was walking a few steps ahead of me, her skirt swayed from side to side as she walked, rising a little higher step by step. My pulse quickened and my thighs quivered- what was happening to me?

"George," I called out- my voice shaking a little.

She spun round, her eyes meeting mine amidst the sea of students filling up the hallways.

"I'm Alyssa- sir said I should be your guide-"

Her little smirk grew into a full on Cheshire Cat grin and then she flung her head back and began to laugh. She looked beautiful, hysterical, terrifying and at the same time filled with complete joy. Or so it seemed. Was there darkness even then? In the readiness to dismiss me, the quickness to laugh?

"Hey, don't worry sweetie," she managed to spit out between chuckles, "I've never been a rule book kind of girl."

She winked and then strode down the corridor, she must have been so lost and yet she looked like she had everything under control, like she'd been here forever and I was the new kid stammering and lost in the hall.

"She's fit!" Joe squawked next to me, "like kinky fit!"

"Shut up Joe- you're such a guy." I barked at him, before stomping down the corridor myself, following in George's footsteps.

I could still see her long black hair swaying as she got more and more lost in the sea of teenagers. A little bit of colour in a sea of grey. I smiled to myself then- the pit of my stomach filled with warmth. Something would be different now. I could feel it.