Evelyn's p.o.v.
My school uniform was typical and unoriginal. I got dressed like the violent skeptic I was, pretending my lip gloss was armor, while hiding a pocket knife in my knee-high leather boots given to me by Dimitri.
The standard uniform consisted of a plaid black skirt paired with a white button-up shirt that was too tight and clung to my curves. The strangely sexualized material was too thick for this Portland weather and scratched my skin, the coarse fibers were irritating and claustrophobic.
It looked straight out of a depressing school-girl porno. I half expected myself to start begging Sebastian to spank me as I lay across his desk.
I shrugged my shoulders, shaking the perverted kinky thoughts out of my mind.
Tilting my head, I stared at myself in the mirror, I look
