Stalker Assignment

So for Creative Writing we are not going into fiction. Woot! Our first assignment was the Stalker Assignment, as we call it. We were suppose to watch someone(s) we didn't know for ten to fifteen minutes, make observations about them, and then write a 1-2 page piece the helps to give readers an into to the character, specifically but not limited to their physical description.
Wellll... I sort of cheated, and didn't stalk anyone. Instead, I used characters that already exist =P Lmao. Ops. They are MY characters, so I mean, I could be schizo and say I stalked them in my head. xD If she asks I'll just say I saw a guy and a girl talking, didn't know what they were talking about, so I made up my own story ;D Woot. If you know my characters enough you might know who they are. Enjoy!

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A boy and a girl stood huddled beside the lockers, and at first glance things seemed almost cozy as they leaned close to talk in hushed tones. Oh how deceiving, the boy knew, as he bit his lip to help calm his temper. It wasn’t working and finally he snapped.
“I am sick of everyone getting on my case about this. I get that yelling at people is your thing, but find someone else to do it to!”
She grabbed his arm and forced him to face her, which he obviously had no desire to do. Grudgingly the taller boy obliged, seeming to shrink as she stared him down. She didn’t let go, tightly holding him in place as if afraid he would make a run for it if she let up on her grip. He crossed his arms, a failing attempt to show off his muscles and scare her away. It was clear that no amount of brawn was going to achieve that. If anything, he appeared to be the scared one, and you really couldn’t blame him. Sure, he was bigger than her, taller, more muscular, but sometimes size has nothing to do with the fear you can strike into a person. She was on the taller side as far as girls go, thin and toned. The raven curls that gathered at her shoulders were such a stark contrast to her pale skin that she appeared almost ghostly, and the dark circles around her silver eyes only added to the mystery of her face. Curiously her lips were violently red, though it suited her somehow. Everything about her screamed confidence (something her companion seemed to lack in comparison), if not intimidation, and it was apparent that her charm was getting to him.
“Listen, blondie,” she began bitterly, causing his blue eyes to fall even further into fear. “I’m not here to yell at you, but I sure as hell will if you don’t shut up and listen to me.”
He hesitated.
“What do you want then? Because I don’t need another lecture.”
“Oh, get over yourself!” She sighed in frustration, fighting the urge to hit him again. “Screw what they want to say, they’re just pissed off right now. Can’t say I blame them, you did royally screw up…” He wasn’t too pleased by her comment, though she didn’t seem to care. “Look, this isn‘t just about you and your little friends. My friend, one of my best friends, is in this, too, making it my business.”
He didn’t say anything back, knowing she was right. She was always right.
“I get that you gave up a lot to get here, but just remember that you two are in this together now, and that you’re not the only one who had to sacrifice something,” she said.
There was actual caring in her tone, much to his surprise. The hardness of her face began to soften, genuine concern filtering through the cold exterior. The blond looked at her with weary eyes.
“I know, I know. I haven’t forgotten that. Trust me… I just hate that I’m stuck here with my friends hating me and judging me like I did this intentionally! Like I meant to hurt them!” It was his turn to sigh, running a hand through his sandy hair and reminding himself to breathe.
She frowned and put a hand on his shoulder. The gesture was friendly, more like a comfort than her earlier embrace had been.
“Look, I know it sucks, but if you let their words break you down that means all of this was for nothing! And it would be my friend left with the broken heart, and I swear to god if that happens at your hands, I will kick your ass.”
He looked at her, almost surprised to see that she was actually smiling. Well, smirking. She didn’t smile, not really. He knew that even with the expression on her face she was still being serious, that she really would, and could, kick his ass if he gave her a reason to.
“I promise you that is not going to happen.” he said quietly. As sincere as he was he still couldn’t help but fear the days ahead. Sure, he was happy now, determined to hold on to what he had miraculously gained in his life, but a part of him couldn’t help but wonder if it was fair.
“Good to hear.” The girl chimed back. She was content with his response. For now.