(The hallway and Ethan disappear, as the scene transforms into a noisy locker hallway. The camera starts with a few personal close - ups of other students before it manages to reach Link's locker. You see a side pose of Link's face as he continues grabbing his books. Shawn, a tall, muscular boy, was leaning up against the right side of Link's locker. Emory, who is slightly more taller and muscular than Shawn, stood behind Link. Billy, a short, lanky boy, leaned up against the left of Link's locker. Ethan stood beside Billy with his locker wide open. Ethan gave Billy an agitated look, since he just seemed to be in a bad mood. Lastly, Earl. Earl was tall but a little on the chubby side, and was standing directly behind link. Once Link puts his books under his left arm, he shuts his locker with the other. Finally, he turns around and begins to speak.)
Link: So, what've we got, Em?
(Emory pushes himself off the lockers and glances down at Link.)
Emory: Countin' cheerleadin' tryouts, looks like four 8's, three 7's, and a handful of 4's.
(By now, Ethan had overheard Link and Emory's conversation. Which just aggravates him. Ethan was obviously getting sick of the same perverted conversations.)
Ethan (rolls his eyes): This is news? Aren't these the same girls we see at the Dar - ee Keen every Saturday?
(Emory grins, and struts his way to Ethan's locker. Emory, playfully, slaps a hand onto Ethan's shoulder and whispers.)
Emory (whispers): But they're in the game now, Wate.
(Emory pauses when he spots two cute blondes walking by. He watches them as their backs meet his hungry eyes. Emory's smile grew as he watched their petite butts swing back and forth. But quickly snaps his gaze to finish.)
Emory (sinisterly): And I'm ready to play.
(Shawn nods his head up in their direction and chuckles.)
Shawn: Yeah, man. Like pickin' peaches off the vine.
(Ethan rolls his eyes with more fustration and agitation.)
Ethan: (peers behind his locker door) Peaches grow on trees. (slams his locker shut)
Shawn (confused expression): What are you talkin' about?
(The audio fades into the mindless chatter of high schoolers, when the camera sweeps into a wide, center view. Soon, high schoolers start to hastily move out of the way. Shortly after, a 5' 6" girl comes into view. Everything starts to slow down into slow motion. The camera turns to Ethan. Who's head begins to turn. His eyes find her long, black, and curly hair. As Lena continues walking down the hall, she tugged a curl behind her ear. Ethan's eyes continue to trace there way to Lena's ink - covered hands. When she passes the basketball team, the speed slowly returns to normal.)
Billy: Yeah, she's hot.
(The basketball team eyes linger on Lena for a few minutes as they watch her open her locker. In order to get their attention, Earl slams a fist against the lockers.)
Earl (fustrated): If you ignore the fact that she's a freak.
(Ethan looks at Earl in disgust.)
Ethan (angrily): So she's automatically a feak, why? Because she doesn't have on the uniform, blonde hair, and a short skirt?
(Earl cocks his head and walks toward Ethan with a dark, fearful look.)
Earl: Because she's a Ravenwood.
(Lena shuts her locker. She manuvers past the guys, that hadn't quit staring, and made her way to homeroom.)