Popular athlete Chuck.

A tall, broad-shouldered white boy is standing there, clad in a tight t-shirt, jeans, and a high school letterman jacket that says "LACROSSE" on it in big block letters. He grins down at the group of them and Nat sees a few other girls at nearby tables whispering excitedly to each other as they look at him. "Hey there, ladies," he says. "I'm Chuck - Chuck Paulson."

"Hey yourself," Anna says warily. Beth and Claire both chirp out a hello. Nat thinks she's heard of this guy - he came in from Priapus Prep, the fancy private school, and he's some sort of superstar athlete. As he turns toward her, muscles rippling under his t-shirt{if Sluttery>60}, she feels her pussy clench and begin to throb, and{elseif Sluttery>40}, she feels herself moisten slightly and{else},{endif} she finds herself believing it.

"Hi, Chuck. Nice to meet you," she says {if Sluttery>60}breathlessly{else}politely{endif}.

"Yeah, I imagine it is," Chuck says with a smirk, running a hand over his flat-topped dark hair. "It was actually you I wanted to talk to. Natalie Pierce, right?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Nice. Ve-ry nice..." Chuck looks her up and down, and Natalie {if Sluttery>40}smiles coyly{else}blushes{endif} as she feels his eyes {if Slut_Clothes is true}lingering on her prominently displayed cleavage and curves{else}look right through her clothes, obviously undressing her in his mind{endif}. "I've heard good things about you, Nat. Always lookin' to meet new chicks who're savvy and chill to hang out with. I'm eatin' lunch over there...wanna come join me and my friends? Leave these loser bitches?"

"H-Hey," Claire protests timidly, but Chuck just grins. Nat hesitates, her heart pounding. This guy is definitely popular...but...kind of an ass... She sees some girls at a table nearby sneak a picture of Chuck as he preens slightly, which seems to be his default state.