Nothing unexpected in the first three periods, Sehun thought as he joined the cafeteria food line. Well, nothing if you didn't count the fact that all the kids looked as if they had dermatologists and orthodontists and any other -ontists and -ologists that kept you perfect. And the fact that the cafeteria was mostly taken up by a terrace overlooking the Pacific - which was kind of a surprise. He couldn't wait to grab his food and get out there.

Somehow, when he moved here, Sehun had thought his life would... well, start. And so far, school was still school. Beautiful. But still just school.

'Would you hand me the last green Borba?'

Sehun turned toward the voice. And instantly felt as if every vein, artery and capillary in his body had caught fire. He could feel the blood rushing through them - pulsing, throbbing. He felt alive in a way he never had before. And life was full of possibility.

The girl who stood there was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, hair spilling down over her shoulders like a black waterfall, eyes almost as dark. Her lips were slightly plump, as if they were full of something sweet, filling Sehun with an almost overwhelming desire to kiss her. It struck him that he had never found a girl so instantly desirable before.

'Green Borba?' the girl repeated.

How long had it been since she asked the first time? A second? Five? Long enough to make him look like a complete moron? Sehun dragged his eyes away from her and over to the lunch counter. There way an array of sushi in front of him. But he'd never heard of a sushi called Borba. Not that he'd heard of every type of sushi in the world, but he wasn't sushi-challenged or anything.

'Okay, you said it was the last one. And that it was green. One more hint, and I know I can get it,' Sehun told her.

The girl shook her head and smiled. 'Oh, right. You're from a flyover.'

A 'flyover'. That didn't sound especially good.

The girl reached across Sehun and picked up a green bottle of water from a shelf above the sushi. She started toward the cashier, but Sehun wasn't ready for their conversation to be over.

'So what makes green Borba different from' - he took a quick look at the other bottles of water - 'from purple or pink Borba? And which one should I be drinking?'

She looked him up and down thoughtfully. 'Some things you just have to find out for yourself,' she said with a smile. Then she gave him a wave and walked away.

Sehun stared after her. He couldn't help himself. The tight T-shirt she wore tucked into a short cargo skirt showed off the curve of her waist followed by a long stretch of tanned legs.

He realized he was holding up the line, so he grabbed one of the waters, just to see what the deal was, slid his tray down to the burgers, acquired one with some seasoned curly fries, paid up, and headed toward the outrageous terrace.

The sun hit him full force the second he stepped out the door. It was a little windy, but the sound of the surf pounding the beach below more than made up for it. He glanced around. Stone tables in a variety of shapes dotted the terrace, most of them already taken.

'Hey, Sehun. Over here.'

Some curly-haired guy - Changyo? Chanyeol? - from Sehun's history class was waving him over with one hand and pointing a small, sleek camcorder at him with the other.

'European history,' Sehun said to curly-haired guy, wanting to show he remembered him, even though they hadn't actually met.

'Yep,' the guy answered, still filming. 'I'm Park Chanyeol. Give me your impression of DeVere!'

'Are you making a documentary?' Sehun asked.

'It's more of a Christopher Guest/Richard Linklater semi-scripted, lots-of-improv. kind of thing,' Chanyeol replied somewhat cryptically.

Sehun glanced at the other guy who had staked out the far end of the table. He was hoping for a translation, but the guy didn't look up from his book.

'Come on. Talk to me. Anything,' Chanyeol urged.

'Cool cars in the lot, great views.' The hottest girl I've ever seen! Sehun silently added, then continued, 'A wide selection of chow. Speaking of which' - he sat down - 'my burger is cooling.'

'Oh, sorry.' Chanyeol shut off the camera and turned to his pizza.

Sehun twisted the top off his purple Borba and took a slug. It tasted like water with a little berry thing happening. 'Five bucks a bottle, you'd think they could throw in a little more kick!' he mumbled.

'Well, yeah, but it's not about the taste,' Chanyeol said, his brown eyes twinkling. 'It's about the protection.'

'What?'

'It's a prophylactic,' Chanyeol said, nodding at the Borba with a sly smile. 'Against aging. Of course, you need to drink two a day for maximum effectiveness.'

Sehun read the side of the bottle. Crap, it was for aging skin. Why were they selling it in a high school cafeteria? He ran his hand over his cheek. 'I heard the sun out here is very drying,' he said to Chanyeol.' Also, I didn't read the label.'

Chanyeol laughed. 'So, should I pretend I don't know where you're from, et cetera, and ask you all the normal questions?'

'I guess if you already know, it's kinda pointless,' Sehun answered. 'How do you know?'

'You live in the Heights. Everyone in Malibu knows who lives here. Movie stars, moguls, music producers, and to keep to my "m" theme, magnificent, newly successful ad execs from Michigan, like your dad. We hate you. And we all want to be you at the same time,' Chanyeol said. 'You're all we talk about. real-estate agents pass on the dirt, along with landscapers and interior decorators. There's a whole information infrastructure.'

'And who exactly is this we?' Sehun asked, taking a bite out of his burger.

'You know, the people from the wrong side of the tracks,' Chanyeol replied. 'Not that there is a wrong side of the tracks in Malibu. Let's say the wrong side of the gate that leads into DeVere Heights.'

'So I'm guessing you're not mogul or movie-star spawn,' Sehun said with a grin.

'I am the child of the poor but hard working Chief of Police,' Chanyeol answered, so cheerfully that Sehun suspected he didn't give a crap about not living in the Heights.

'Can I ask you something?' Sehun ventured.

'I live to serve,' Chanyeol quipped.

Sehun shot a glance at the guy at the far end of the table. he was still reading. 'What's a flyover?'

Chanyeol half stood up and spoke in one of those whispers that are supposed to sound like shouts. 'Hey everybody, the new guy doesn't know what a flyover is!'

Nobody responded. Nobody even glanced at them. 'It's one of the states you fly over to get between California and New York,' he told Sehun. 'You know, those two being the only worthwhile states.'

As I suspected, she basically called me a loser, Sehun thought.

Chanyeol polished off the rest of his pizza. 'So what else? Ask me anything.'

Sehun wanted to ask about the girl who had turned him inside out. But he wasn't ready to be quite that pathetic - and obvious - yet. 'How about who's-who?' he asked instead. 'I need to put some names to faces.'

'Well, there's me,' Chanyeol said. He struck a pose. 'Park. Chanyeol. Remember the name and when I'm the next Scorcese you can say you knew me back in the day.'

'I'll try to remember,' Sehun joked.

'And over to our left is Suho, whose position as "new boy" you are currently usurping. Hey, Suho, how long has it been?'

'A year,' Suho said without looking up.

'Huh. Time flies,' Chanyeol said. 'Supply an interesting factoid about yourself for the new guy, please.'

'Uh, I have a dachshund named Hans,' Suho volunteered, finally glancing up and shoving his hair out of his eyes.

'I never knew that about you,' Chanyeol said, but Suho already returned to his book.

'Give me some social survival hints,' Sehun said. 'Like, who's cool, who's psychotic. Basically, who should I hang with and who should I stay the hell away from?'

'Ah. That will take a while,' Chanyeol replied, and grabbed a curly fry off Sehun's plate. 'But I'll give you the Cliffs Notes version. You've got your two basic groups here: the normal people and the rock stars.'

'Rock stars?' Sehun asked sceptically.

'I exaggerate,' Chanyeol said cheerfully. 'What I mean is, there are normal people - like myself. And then there are people who live in DeVere Heights - like you. Although you don't quite fit the mold. No offense.'

'What mold?' Sehun asked.

'Not to sound too much like I'm describing some hideous teen soap, but DeVere kids are rich, they're beautiful, and they're painfully cool,' Chanyeol explained.

'And I'm not?' Sehun laughed, pretending to be insulted.

'Don't get me wrong, you seem decent and all. You just don't have that je ne sais quoi that the DeVere natives possess.'

'I can live with that,' Sehun replied. 'So, tell me about these rock stars. Who are they?'

'The first name you need to know is Kris Wu,' Chanyeol began. 'Mom's a writer - with an Oscar. Dad's a music producer. So, he's got good blood. And Kris cares about that crap, even though he likes to pretend he doesn't. His own credits aren't bad. Basketball star - he led us to victory last year. He's also had a little part in a movie - not one of his mom's. And he went to the senior prom with Kwon Yoona, when he was still a freshman - now that's a big deal! Now that he's a senior, he's the big enchilada, as we like to say around here. Actually, only I like to say it. You probably shouldn't. you don't have enough of the ironic vibe to pull it off. Not that I'm judging you.'

'Which one is he?' Sehun asked, glancing around the terrace.

'Here's not here. Monsieur Wu will not be joining us for a couple of weeks as he's in France with his parents,' Chanyeol answered. 'Visiting the homelands.'

Sehun tried to steer the conversation without being obvious about what exactly it was he wanted to know. 'So, who's the female equivalent of this Kris guy?' he prompted.

'Who's the woman?' Chanyeol shook his head. 'No contest. Yoona passed the It Girl torch to her little sister, Yuri. She's a senior now. Yoona is off in college.'

'And where's Yuri? Hawaii?' A little too late, Sehun realized that Hawaii probably wasn't a big deal when you lived in Malibu.

Chanyeol grinned as if he could read Sehun's thoughts. 'Nothing so mundane,' he joked. 'She's right over there. A couple of tables behind us. Black hair, a body that's impossible to miss...'

Sehun knew who he'd see before he turned around but he took a fast look anyway.

She was looking back at him, and she raised an eye-brow when she spotted the purple Borba in his hand.

Kill me now, Sehun thought. He raised the bottle in a toast, trying to cover his embarrassment.

Yuri smiled - a slow, painfully y smile - and raised her Borba in return. Then she turned away, laughing at something one of her friends had said. And Sehun suddenly felt cold, as if the sun had gone in.

'Besides Yuri and Kris, we have Luhan...' Chanyeol continued.

But Sehun wasn't listening. All he could think about was how well her name matched up with her. Yuri. It was y. Exotic. Unusual. Unexpected...

*Note - For this story lets pretend that Yoona is older than Yuri. That Yuri is Yoona's younger sister and that Yuri is in High School. I thought Yuri would fit with the main character's love interest of the story due to what her character is going to be like further in the story. What you guys think about Chanyeol? He's kind of a geeky movie type guy, but I think he's cool. :)