[center][h1][color=82ca9d][i]AMOS[/i][/color][/h1][/center]

  Amos had to be the luckiest guy in this school. Not even halfway into his first day and already he was walking down the halls with, what he figured to be, the two most beautiful girls in the school. This new girl had burning orange hair and a stern yet lovely face. She was about an inch taller than Amos and stood way above any other girl in the hallway. In Amos' opinion she wasn't quite as beautiful as Cassiel, though she did wear a more revealing top and shorter skirt. 

  She wasn't just tall, she walked tall. There was a confident stride to her gait and she carried herself in a very elegant manner. Amos didn't need to read her emotions to tell that she was a lot less bothered by the stress of the first school day than her peers. He had a feeling that she would be a good friend to have around. Just being around her made Amos feel more comfortable in this strange new environment. 

  Cassiel asked the new leader of their pack her name. As she did she looked back at Amos and threw him a coy smile. Was that flirting? Amos was confident that it was. But he'd let her make a couple more moves like that before he started going in for the kill. Sometimes relationships could be damaged irreparably by simply misreading a stray signal.

  Now that this golden haired beauty was in front of Amos he was able to get a proper look at her backside. He liked what he saw. She was properly fit, with a body that look like it had been sculpted by Michelangelo. Everything about her frame was perfect. Not to mention a lovely rear bumper. Not a common sight on many white girls. As she walked each cheek seemed move up and down in a hypnotic way. Amos slapped himself internally before he let himself stare for too long. With girls like these around him, Amos was sure to have a difficult time focusing on school.