Just at the outset, I'd like to say that sometimes I'll be taking slight liberties with the timeline, since the movie does so, but I'll try to keep it to a minimum. And the pairings of Link with Tracy, Seaweed and Penny, Wilbur and Edna, and Corny and Maybelle are sacred; in the end, they will end up together and happy. Sorry if I spoiled the suspense, but I like to be warned about that sort of thing, so I figured I'd show the same consideration.
All right, on with the stories:
Link had just been walking with Brad to English, answering questions so Brad wouldn't look completely stupid in class – got to keep up the Council's image! - when he heard music. He'd looked around, then looked again when he caught a flash of motion. "Hold on."
Practically putting his nose against the glass, he peered through to keep looking at the girl – no, woman, or possibly force of nature. Brad sounded annoyed when he said, "Come on," but Link just gestured. There was no way to explain this without letting Brad see for himself.
She was swinging her arms up in the air, showing the occasional flash of her slip when her blouse lifted far enough, and making her breasts stick out so that it looked like they were being offered up for a lucky someone's touch. Then she turned slightly and started rolling her hips and he thought his eyes would fall out of his head or his tongue would unroll to the floor, like the wolf in those old Tex Avery cartoons.
Now she moved slightly and he could see there was a black boy dancing with her and saying something, but he couldn't hear it because of the music and the door in the way. He opened the door quietly, his gaze riveted to her round ass, so clearly outlined by just her skirt, trying to think of what to say. And then it filtered through what she was saying and she smacked herself and he thought, "No, let me. I'd be good with bad girls, I just know it."
She stopped moving to turn around and he managed to drag his eyes up to her face, with a few stops on the way and one backtracking to take in the majestic scenery while he licked his lips and tried to think of something that would keep him from getting a boner. "Hey."
The look on her face, of sheer terror and a bit of disgust, helped calm him down sufficiently that his usually agile mind could come up with something to say as he walked to place himself between her and the other boy. "You know, Corny's hosting the hop tomorrow."
The girl stepped away and folded her hands, looking at him with big melting eyes and he didn't even care that she still looked scared, that look was another one being saved for review when he had some time and privacy. He flicked his eyes over to distract himself, and to check whether the boy she'd been dancing with was showing any signs of jealousy. All clear – the boy was practically giggling into his hand.
"If he saw you dancing like that, he'd put you on the show." In a heartbeat – and then Link would see her every day, probably for most of the day, given the Council's class schedule, and she'd spend part of every day wiggling around like that where he could see.
She nodded and he licked his lips again, but the bell rang and he just said, "See ya." He moved left and she moved right, but they managed to bump into each other, mostly the arms, but he was pretty sure one of her breasts had rubbed against his side.
The apology came automatically, but he blamed the breast for following it up with, "Hope I didn't dent your do."
What the hell? He needed to get out of there before he said something even stupider, so he nodded and backed away a step before turning to walk away.
"Hey, man, what was that all about?" They'd barely cleared the door before Brad started in. "I mean, she can move, but how would she look on camera?"
Link shrugged, trying to look cool and nonchalant as they strolled down the hallway. "I guess Corny will figure it out, if he likes what he sees at the hop."
The pose must've worked, because Brad just started in about Julius Caesar again before bumping into Shelley. He apologized, but as she walked on Brad grinned. "Man, I am so gone on her. You sure you're not interested in the way she keeps sniffing around you?"
Laughing, he said, "Go for it, she's all yours. Shelley just wants my scalp to hang on her wall as a trophy of something she took away from Amber."
Someone called out from by their locker and he apparently held a rational conversation, but his mind was fully equipped with rerunning the visual of the girl's dancing and trying to cover for any effects of those thoughts. He couldn't wait to see her at the hop.