On a warm, sunny, average March afternoon, at a high school in Long Island, New York; a high school was in the middle of their day. The high school was in the in the middle of their day, about sixth period. Two girls were on their lunch line; patiently waiting for the bell to ring. They knew that once the bell rung, the students would pile on the lunch line, and there were about twenty people. Their names were Elizabeth Morgan and Blaire de La Garza, and they were as different as any people could get.
Elizabeth was a freshman, and was extremely shy and quiet. She was about five foot six, and was a pale white. She wasn't athletic, but when she didn't exercise normally, her stomach expands. Her cheeks were a bright red, and her hair was a wavy, dirty blonde with bangs that was about shoulder length. She wore jeans every day, as with bright color shirts with a sweatshirt covering it. She was in all honors classes, and spent most of the time doing homework and studying. She had a mall group of small friends, because she didn't know a lot of people. She enjoyed art, and wanted people to know her better then they did. She wasn't beautiful in any way, but she wasn't ugly. She was average looking.
Blaire was a freshman, and was Elizabeth's best friend. She was five foot three, with olive-tan colored skin and black hair that went to a few inches past her shoulders. She was extremely athletic and competitive, because she was on a dance competition team and school soccer team. She was athletically thin, because she has over twenty hours of exercise week. She always had a light colored, preppy style. Blaire was outgoing, and everyone knew who she was. She was loud, but nice to everyone that didn't do anything to her. She spoke her mind a lot, and didn't seem to care what people thought of her. She was exotic and pretty.
The bell rung, and some Spanish kid bumped into Beth [Elizabeth] and Blaire, causing Beth to fall over. The kid pulled Beth and Blaire over to the side, dodging the ongoing lunch-goers. Once they were pulled to the side, the Spanish kid examined both of them thoroughly. Beth wore dark denim jeans and a bright shirt with a white sweatshirt with turquoise design. Her figure was hid by her bulky clothes. Her hair was average as usual, and her small facial features were hidden. Blaire wore a short, denim mini-skirt and some expensive looking Hollister shirt.
"I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" The kid asked, cocking his head to the right. He was a few inches taller then both of them, and was cute in an exotic kind of way. Beth stared at him as if he was some kind of God. Blaire shot him a reassuring glance, and he returned it with an adorable, flirty smile. "We're fine." she stated. He looked at Beth and blinked twice. "You're the one i actually knocked over. Are you okay?" He asked her. Beth nodded in silence, turning around. Blaire rolled her eyes and smiled again. "She's shy. By the way, what's your name? I'm Blaire." The kid moved over a little more, motioning for Blaire and Beth to move over. "Paul Samarian. 10th grader. I know who you are, hon. everybody knows you." He slightly rolled his eyes at this. Blaire backed up a few steps. He smiled again at her, and she thought he was flirting with her.
"We gotta get lunch." Beth rudely interrupted, breaking the space and silence in-between Paul and Blaire. Paul nodded, and gave a wave to the both of them. "Ohmigawshhh, he's cute!" Blaire exclaimed once they got on the lunch line.