Your best friend, a goth sadist, and another cheerleader.

"Michele?" You say slightly suprised to see her in a place like this. You're happy to see her of course, she'd been your friend since the beginning of middle school. She was a bit more awkward back then to and you where one of the few people willing to sit with her. You can easily say she's grown out of that phase of her life as she's much more popular now, in part thanks to how attractive she's become.

Her dress style could best be described as "well ventilated". She wore a crop top made of a light almost translucent fabric that didn't' even make contact with her stomach as it hung suspended from her double D-cup breasts. Just below that she wore a pair of jeans that had been cut so short they didn't even make it half way down the thigh and a pair of combat boots completing the outfit. It was easy to see how she became so much more popular; especially with the boys, but to her you'll always be her closest friend a̶n̶d̶ ̶s̶e̶c̶r̶e̶t̶ ̶c̶r̶u̶s̶h̶.

"John?" Michele returns your surprise as she gets up from her chair with open arms, inviting you for one of her classic greeting hugs. You accept, pulling yourself into her — getting a big whiff of her nice lavender shampoo.
Breaking away from the hug Michele looks at you like she's about to continue the conversation, but was suddenly interrupted as a huge blush came across her face.

"Wait no way! Are you the guy who's going to be helping us with our art project?!" She asked with a level of excitement that you thought was oddly to high for a situation like this.

"Uhh, yeah? Why wha—"

"Oh my god enough with the positive emotion please! Can we just get started on this stupid project already?" Gabby interrupted as she sulked in her chair. Which doesn't surprise you in the least, you're pretty sure if she ever smiled she'd melt like the wicked witch in a bath tub.

After all she's commonly known as the "Dread Queen of the Goths" in school, which was pretty self evident given the way she dresses.
Dark fur boots, acid washed jeans, and a heavy metal t-shirt that seemed to feature a band name written in a dead language that doesn't exits yet; as well as black lipstick eyeliner, mascara and 100% un-natural black hair. You know this because in middles school whenever you were pushed over into a puddle it would be Gabby's blond head looking down laughing at you.

"Oh lighten up Gab!" Ashlyn the co-captain of the cheer squad spoke up. "All that dower energy is going to give you wrinkles by your thirties." She commented while applying another layer of lip-gloss through a small hand held mirror.

Ashyln ,or Ashe as she likes to be called, is Chloe's right hand girl and is practically conjoined at the hip to her. She goes wherever she does, wears whatever she does, and does whatever she does. The only thing differentiating them that you could think off is that Ashe is more open with her bitchyness than Chloe.

"Girls, girls." Chloe announced, interrupting a would be fight between the pep and the goth. "The art fare is starting soon and we want to be there from beginning to end so let's hurry up and get this project going!"

Walking past you the cheer squad captain took a seat next to the other three girls.

"Ok John for this project we're going to need you to stand on the platform and..."