Reginald Anderson, a heavy set man in his early forties, wearing a standard dress shirt and khaki trousers, liked his job, but some days the students at his school could get severely annoying. Everyone knew you weren't supposed to wander the halls during lunch, but they tried to do it anyway, which left the vice-principal having to patrol the hallways. He'd already caught Zoe Gibson, one of the goth kids, trying to sneak out and as he rounded the corner he spied another miscreant.
Tiffany Saunders was the vice-captain of the cheerleading squad and definitely one of the in-crowd, if not quite as popular as the McMillan triplets, Lily Vanderfield or Biff Meadows. Not that Reginald gave much thought to the ins and outs of high school social dynamics. She was a blonde like the McMillans, though hers was straight and platinum compared to their wavy honey gold, with an athletic figure, c-cup breasts and piercing green eyes. Reginald cast a critical eye over the girl's outfit, a green cotton tube top and a short black skirt, both of which were pushing the boundaries of what was acceptable per the school's dress code.
"And why are you out in the halls after the lunch bell rang?" Mr. Anderson asked, severely doubting the somewhat ditzy girl would have a hall pass.
"Like, I need to get changed for the pep rally," an annoyed Tiffany explained, gesturing to her cheer bag. Since the event started during the period after lunch, it was easier for the team to go ahead and get changed.
"And did you get a note from Coach Holloway?" Reginald asked.
Tiffany rolled her eyes, "Uh, totally, but I, uh, lost it."
Mr. Anderson sighed, before deciding to let it go. "Well, I'll let you go now since you do need to get ready for the rally, but try to hold on to important things like that next time."
"Totes" Tiffany replied with zero sincerity.
As Tiffany turned to leave, Mr. Anderson called after, "And please try to wear something a bit more modest tomorrow, our school does have a dress code."
FLASH
"And please wear something a bit better looking tomorrow, Mr. Saunders. Our school does have a fashion code," Vice-Principal Regina Anderson drawled as she tucked a strand of her long platinum blonde hair behind her ear. Regina was extremely good looking for her age, with an athletic figure, a well proportioned and still perky c-cup, and striking green eyes. She wore a low cut silky green blouse under a black crop blazer, a short black pencil skirt, 3 inch black heels and accompanying jewelry; Lakeview required all its students to dress to a minimum standard of fashion, and obviously she wanted to set a good example. Honestly, if you didn't no any better, you'd say she looked young enough to be one of Lakeview's students instead of a member of faculty.
The student she was chastising on the other hand, Tim Saunders, was one of those kids who'd matured rather early. On the one hand, with his beard stubble and height he was the sort who could bluff their way into buying beer, but on the other he didn't cut the most attractive figure. The heavyset boy, wearing a plain t-shirt and jeans, nodded along reluctantly; he'd been hoping to hide out in the library and just skip next period to avoid having to go to the pep rally, but Ms. Anderson was vigilant as ever. With a stern look from her, the large junior started walking back towards the cafeteria.
