Boring. Boring. BORING. Could school be any more boring!? Well yeah, it probably could. But thank god for lunch hour. Maybe she could clear her head before one of her stupid teachers decided to give out a pop quiz on stuff that she half knew or not. And they would do something like that, wouldn't they?
In her favorite pair of destroyed bleached jeans, a yellow tanktop, and a small little shrug-like thing with flip flops, Piper made her way out to the courtyard. She didn't really feel like eating now, she'd be hungry later, but whatever, she'll eat during passing periods. With her bag slung around her shoulders, she walked to a picnic table. From a distance ahead, she noticed some random person sitting down at the table. She didn't want to look just like she was a loser and sat alone, so she went over and sat down by the random stranger, who was paying more attention to their book.
Piper set her bag in her lap and took out her iPod and magazine. Putting the green iPod mini on shuffle, and letting 'Le Disko' by Shiny Toy Guns flow through her ears, she flipped through the April edition of Teen Vouge looking at the ads, smelling the Juicy and Coach fragrances, and taking time to read the Willa Holland, drunk driving, and big spending articles, and to top it off, room decorization ideas..
Walking through the main hallway, Elizabeth's neon green flip flops thwacked noisily against the tile and her feet. She'd just gotten done talking to her teacher about extending a deadline for a paper, and was heading off to lunch now. Veering off to the right, Liz headed to one of the vending machines that was off in a corner as to not promote eating unhealthily. Bright emerald eyes ran over the poster that was taped to the vending machine, and she smiled brightly, laughing slightly. The poster said something along the lines of "Be sure to work it off!" and it gave the nutrition facts of chips compared to celery.
Dropping two quarters into the vending machine, Liz pressed A3, then leaned down to grab the small bag of cheetos that had dropped in the machine. Opening her bag of chips as she walked out of the 'hidden' area with the vending machine, Liz headed outside and to the courtyard. No matter what time of day it was, someone was always out there. Liz almost always had someone to talk to. And there she was.
Our blonde headed over to Piper, and plopped down in front of her without saying anything, letting her backpack slip off her shoulder. She reached into the front pocket and produced her signature hot pink iPod, sticking one bud in her left ear and pressing shuffle. "Cupid's Chokehold" started blasting in her ear. Finally looking up at Piper, she pulled at the bottom of her silk green camisole, making sure it was covering the area of back that would have been showing between her jeans and her top. She reached forward and pulled the magazine down slightly, pulling Piper's attention away from it.