Eighth period, Cleave Hills High School.
Gwen is walking across the courtyard, not paying attention to the path in front of her. She trips over a tiny rock, about falling to the ground.
ELVIS: Gotcha! (Dashing towards her and catching her before she greets the earth)
GWEN: Hey, thanks! That was close.
ELVIS: Don't Thank me. Anyone in my shoes would have done the same. I couldn't just stand and watch a damsel get bruised.
GWEN: You're a flirt. (She smiles, packing her hair to the back)
ELVIS: Yeah, you can call me that... or you can call me Elvis. (He stretches out his right hand politely for a handshake)
GWEN: I'm...
ELVIS: Gwen.
GWEN: How do you know my name?
ELVIS: We've taken some general classes together, and everyone's talking about the new hottie in school.
GWEN: Now you're just flattering.
ELVIS: I'm not. What are you doing in the courtyard, by the way?
GWEN: Looking for a girl named Karen.
ELVIS: You wanna join the cheerleading squad?
GWEN: How do you know that?
ELVIS: Logic. You're a freshman and obviously you haven't met her yet. Besides, she's the leader of the squad.
GWEN: Good logic. I heard she's got attitude. I just hope she lets me join.
ELVIS: I see no reason why she wouldn't. You're pretty with a great body and I'm sure you've got the fitness and dance moves to match up. You'd fit into the squad perfectly.
GWEN: You think so?
ELVIS: I know so.
GWEN: Thanks. That means a lot. (Smiling)
ELVIS: Alright, lets go find Karen. I think I might know where she is. Shall we? (Opting her to follow him)
GWEN: Of course. (She says happily, strolling out of the courtyard with him)
The bell goes for the beginning of the 9th period... At the lockers.
GUSTAVO: Hey, smarty pants.
ERIC: Hey, Gus.
GUSTAVO: What's that you're putting in your locker? (Trying to take a peep)
ELVIS: Ugh... what? Oh! ...it's nothing. (Closing the locker immediately)
GUSTAVO: Come on, man! What are you hiding?
ERIC: Nothing! (Still blocking the locker from Gustavo)
GUSTAVO: If it's nothing, how come I caught a glimpse of a beautifully wrapped stuff? (He fakes a cough) And from the way you're acting I can tell it's for a girl, so snap out of this pretense and tell me who she is. Although I can give it a guess. (He grins)
ERIC: Alright alright, you got me. It's a bracelet, I'm thinking of giving it to...
GUSTAVO: Gwen.
ERIC: Am I that predictable? (Raising a brow)
GUSTAVO: We both know you like her.
ERIC: I won't deny, she's amazing.
GUSTAVO: Your smile says it all. You'd better hit the nail on the head, you know what I mean. (Winking) Else, someone might grab the hammer before you do.
ERIC: Yeah, I'm thinking of that. But what do you mean by the hammer thing?
GUSTAVO: You take literature classes, you should understand my figure of speech. Didn't you just say she's amazing? There'd be lots of guys after her. Besides, I saw her some minutes ago at the courtyard holding hands with some dude.
ERIC: Really?
GUSTAVO: I wasn't close enough to recognize who he was. She stumbled on something, almost crashing down, and there, he shows up like Superman, catching her. It was so cool! Perhaps if I had looked close enough, I'd have been able to see the 'S' on his chest.
ERIC: You love exaggerated narrations. Seems like someone is making a move, but he's not gonna have her. I can't let that happen. (Leaving the lockers, a bit jealous)
GUSTAVO: Perfect. Everything's going smoothly. (He says in his mind as Eric leaves)
After school hours. Gustavo stops by the courtyard to meet up with Elvis who's getting ready for football practices.
GUSTAVO: Dude, I couldn't help but notice you and Gwen today.
ELVIS: Yeah man. You won't believe it. Throughout eight period we were together talking.
GUSTAVO: I'm not surprised. You've always had your way around girls.
ELVIS: You're not wrong. (He chuckles). She's cool, funny, sociable... and hot! (He whistles in amazement) She's really my type. Do you think I'm her type?
GUSTAVO: Don't be silly. You're on the football team and you're gradually getting popular. Don't forget 75% of highschool girls love jocks.
ELVIS: What if she's among the remaining 35%?
GUSTAVO: Stop worrying, dude. You're a bad ass... but also bad at math. (Patting him on the shoulder)
ELVIS: You get my point anyway. (Leaning on the wired fence)
GUSTAVO: Yeah I do. But if you're still having doubts, there's one way to find out. Take her somewhere nice so you two can talk more.
ELVIS: Suggesting a date?
GUSTAVO: I know you can make it happen.