"Okay, am I the only one who thinks we should go out for celebratory drinks later tonight? We made it to it senior year, ladies, we deserve to be in the best bar wearing the best heels," the excited blonde encourages. Lisa Mills throws both arms around the shoulders of the girls either side of her, large smile on her face as the three of them continue to walk down the school halls of Fulton High School. Lisa's a tall brunette, at least a lot taller than the other two, so she's always had a sense of power about her, and it made saying no to her spontaneous plans that much harder.

"That's definitely just you," Holly McKay mutters, taking the other's girls arm off of her. "You do know that senior year means we have to work ten times a harder than we used to. I have my classes, cheerleading and my job. My job," she emphasises, shaking her head, her ponytail bobbing up and down slightly from the movement. Her brunette hair is pulled back in the tight style, a usual for the petite female when cheerleading practice was being held later on in the day.

Letting out a loud groan, Lisa puts her arm back and pulls Holly in close, her lips close to her neck as if to whisper to her, though her voice doesn't lessen in volume. "Holly, you are too much of a good girl, my darling. I love you and everything, but you gotta let loose, you know?"

The third member of the group finally speaks up, giving Lisa a small smack on the back of the head, causing Lisa to let out an over exaggerated gasp. "Leave the poor girl alone," Nina says, her blonde hair straight and hitting her shoulders. "She's right too. You all have to work extra hard this year. My mum expects like, an A+ for every subject. I barely passed Math last year…"

"Oh, angels," Lisa begins, "at least you're not being forced to volunteer in the school office just to have a better college resume. Can we get to the auditorium so I don't have to hear you guys complaining again?"

Holly and Nina both nod, the three strolling to the auditorium to receive their timetables. The hallways were slowly filling up, kids trudging along, their usual sleeping schedule (waking up at one o'clock in the afternoon) being disrupted by the early morning requirement. Holly gets pushed and shoved aside, students not so keen on the idea of single file which her Principal John Kitson encourages so very often, though with a tender smile on his face.

Nina guides the group of girls to an empty patch of seats, look of tirumpth on her face until she sees her boyfriend, Marshall Wickers, head of the AV Team and isn't ashedm to admit he's put on countless visual eents for his school. Marshall's buzzcut and strong form, however, were probably what made him not fir that nerdy stereotype, and of course, his "oh my gosh those brown eyes" that Nina's so fond of. "Marsh, babe, over here," she waves, and Marshall gives his friend a quick slap on the back before meeting his girlfriend.

"Hey, honey," he smiles, slipping beside her, on arm thrown over her shoulders. "Girls, don't just stand there," Marshall jokes.

"Just trying to find Anne," Lisa mutters, eyes all over the crowd for a few moments before she shrugs, grabbing Holly's hand and pulling her down beside her. "Marshall, do you think you can get us out of here early? Your king of AV club, just say we gotta set something up for the orientation later."

Marshall shakes his head. "I actually skipped that… I was busy the last couple of days, that orientation has nothing to do with me. Sorry.

Scoffing, Lisa turns to face him. "Okay, you nothing except plug cords into adapters or whatever. What could you possibly be busy doing?"

The boys offer a friendly shrugs, his eyes darting to Nina a couple of times to which Lisa gags at. "You two are gross," she crosses her arms, shaking her head while she sinks into the blue chairs that covered the auditorium floor, before her eyebrows suddenly perk and lets out a giddy laugh. "However, someone who isn't so gross just waked on by. Look, Holly, it's Sebastian, aka the love of your life," Lisa nudges her.

Sebastian Miller, tall and mysterious, not the cliché pretty boy but ruggedly handsome – there's a hard look about him, stone like, as if he isn't too interested in smiling and laughing, rather keeping to himself, with dark hair that has a fringe that sticks up everywhere, rather than around his eyes. Holly's been in a few of his clsses, he's not crazy smart but not an idiot either, always sitting at the front before anyone else is. He's lanky with a few muscles, nothing extraordinary but enough that's good to stare at in the middle of a day when he's got a tee-shirt on.

"Ugh, I am so sick of you saying that," Holly groans, slapping Lisa on her bare shoulder softly as she watches Sebastian search for a seat. "I said I had a crush on him like, two years ago. He still hasn't said a word to me so you should just drop it."

Nina leans over, her hand on Marshall's chest and pushing back so she can get closer to her friends. "Are we talking about Sebastian?" She whispers. Lisa nods excidetrly while Holly shakes her head furiously. "I heard he got a motorcycle over the summer. How bad ass is he? I bet he has aleather jacket and everything. He could totally drive you guys to porm, Holly." Lisa claps her hands with a loud laugh at this while Holly frowns.

"As if," Holly grumbles at Nina. "You sound more in love with him than you're in love with your boyfriend."

"Marshall knows I wouldn't ditch him for some bad boy."

"Exactly," Marshall grins, pulling the girlisn' back so he can rest his arm around her again. "Now shut up, Kitson is talking."

Principal Kitson, in his early forties, slightly pudgy with dark hair, was normally fun and full of energy: he's not the conventional principal but is ale to put his foot down when needed and sin't afraid to call someone out. However, the normally smiley priniciapl didn't have his trademark shiny eyes that made the students feel somewhat at ease, rather his eyes were dark and there definite bags under his eyes. He clears his throat, and Holly raises an eyebrow, curious as to why there was such a suddent change in his personality. "Another Summer is over, isn't it?" HE asks into the crowd, the buzzing noise of voices slowly dying down. "Another summer gone which means not just new beginnings, but new people. New students are here. New teachers. And new personalities – the some bodies, but different souls. We… we're going to be different this time round. We're going to see a lot of change around here. At least from my point of view, from my vision," the man pauses, clearing his throat once more.

Marshall scoffs. "That's deep, man." Nina shushes him.

"We look after each other here, don't we? We always have and I see no reason to stop," he continues. "We're better than that. I know we are, we're a team," the principal stops, his scanning all who are seated. Holly sees that Sebastian has gotten out of his seat and he quickly makes his way up the aisle, pulling his bag onto one shoulder. He's shaking his head, muttering words under his breath. He makes eye contact with Holly for a moment, her eyes on him as he strides right on past her and out the door.

Lisa hums as she leans against the wall, eyes on the time table in her hands. "I don't know why you're so worried, angel. We still have one class together."

"Yeah, just one," Holly snaps, revising her own schedule once more. "Senior year all by myself. At least Nina has you and Marshall."

"Well make some new friends, Miss Chastity Belt."

Holly turns around, her ponytail pouncing. "For the hundredth time, that's not a cute nick name," she glares, blowing her friend a kiss, to which Lisa catches, as a farewell to get to her English class. She's standing outside the room, hands folding her time table in half when she feels a whiff of men's perfume beside her, a dark jacket passing her by quickly and inside the room.

Sebastian.

"You can sit, you know?" He says from inside. "You don't permission…"

Mouth open, she enters quickly, not exactly thinking straight. Sebastian sit at the front row and looks her up and down, she finally gets his eye colour: green, while the corner of his lips turning into the tiniest of smirks, probably seeing the red across Holly's cheeks. "Right, thanks," she mumbles, sitting a few rows behind him.

"Did you have a good break?" He asks, his back to her as she pulls a few books out.

Clearing her throat, she answers. "It was fine. I guess. Went to the beach. You?"

Sebastian shrugs his leather covered shoulders. "It was… summer." Holly doesn't know what to say to that, so he just nods despite him not being able to see her.

"Sounds fun."

"Hey, um, you're cheer captain this year, aren't you?"

"Yes…"

"But you're like, president of the celibacy club too…" She starts to hear a certain tone in her voice, he sounds sarcastic and a little condenscending, all the while not crossing that line. He's not insulting but he sounds as if he's trying to push her…

Holly raises an eyebrow. "Okay, if we're going to talk about clichés, then you're like, the biggest over done bad boy I've ever seen. It's summer, ditch the leather."

"Ditch the chastity belt, babe," he turns to grin at her, giving her a quick wink that makes her swoon and want to punch him at the same time.

Who knew Sebastian Miller was such a douche bag?