"God, Danny! Why do I have to help you pass out fliers anyway?" Danny rolled his eyes and handed me a thick stack of neon green paper.

"Don't be such a butt, Lena. It's not like you were doing anything." He poked her side causing her to squirm in my seat away from him. He opened his car door and got out.

"True, but I'm not even on the Lacrosse team." She eyed the fliers advertizing the annual lacrosse fundraiser, The Beacon Hill's High Fair. He tapped on the passenger's side window, signaling her to get her tush out of the car, and pointed to a group of boys in front of the local cafe. "I'm coming." She reassured him with a smile.

Danny waved to his teammates as we walked up to the small group calling attention of all that was present. "You guys, this is my cousin, Lena. Be easy, she's new to Beacon Hills." The guys looked her over. She suddenly felt very self conscious with all the attention centered on her.

"Um, Nice to meet y'all." She sheepishly smiled and added a small pathetic wave for good measure. They nodded their greeting.

Danny continued, "Okay guys, huddle up." They all squeezed together with their hands in the middle of the circle. She was planning on standing to the side, seeing how she wasn't part of the team, when one of the players grabbed her hand to include her. Feeling embarrassed, she put her tiny hand on theirs. "We need to hand out as many fliers as possible. Lena has some extra fliers", He looked at her, her signal to raise the papers as proof. "So go to her when if run out, alright? Break!" The guys' hands lifted their hands, hers included.

"Wow, my first huddle." She joked to the guy that pulled her into the group.

He smiled, "My name's Scott by the way, Scott McCall."

She took his outreached hand. "Lena, but you already knew that."

He chuckled, "So, how come your lacrosse team is so tiny? I thought Lacrosse was pretty popular on the west coast?"

"Oh no, this is only half the team." He answered. "We cover more ground if we split into smaller groups, ya' know?" She nodded in understanding. "So what grade are you in?"

"I'm a Junior. What about you?"

"Same, I barely passed though. Last year was pretty rough." He rubbed his neck sheepishly in embarrassment.

"Hey, it happens to the best of us." She said nonchalantly. "So what's the down low on Beacon Hills High?"

His brows crinkled together, "What do you mean?"

"Who should I stay away from, ya know, the mean kids." She half joked.

"Oh, that's Jackson Whitmore." He paused, distracted by passing out fliers. "He's… bad news."

She racked her brain. The name seemed familiar. I gasped, "Jackson the Jackass?"

Scott laughed. "What? You know him?"

"He's Danny's friend right?" He nodded, "Yeah, I know him. I met him a few years ago when I came to visit Danny." She paused not sure how to explain, using this time to pass a flier to a woman with 2 kids. She glanced at Scott who was waiting. "He always called me Southern Smalls. You know, 'Cause apparently I have an accent and I'm super short." She giggled. "Not so bad now that I think about it, but when I was little, it was a HUGE deal."

"Hey, I get that. I used to be a little runt like you. I got a lot of crap for it too." He joked.

She sucked her teeth, "Whatever, short people are the best people!" She jokingly rolled her eyes at him and gave him a "Talk to the Hand".

After a while, She migrated back towards Danny. "Hey, we're running out of fliers."

"Yeah, I noticed. I also noticed that you were buddying up to McCall." He raised his eyebrows suggestively.

"Just what are you insinuating?" She gave him a knowing look.

"Oh, ya' know." He paused, wiggling his eyebrows for emphasis.

She rolled her eyes smiling, "No, Dan. Get that outta your head right now. He's nice, but not my type."

"Anyone here your type?"

She surveyed the guys quickly. "Nope." She answered, popped the "p".

"Good." He paused and looked around the group. "Alright guys, I think we're done here. Good work everyone. See you at practice."

The guys cheered at the news of going home. Danny and Lena walked up towards their car. She noticed Scott sitting on the curb texting on his phone. She jogged over to him.

"Hey, you need a ride?" I asked out of breath.

"Nah, I'm good. My friend's coming to pick me up."

"Well, okay then."

"But, thanks anyway." He smiled.

"No problem!" Danny honked the horn. She looked back. "Well, I gotta go. See you in school?"

"You got it!"

Okay guys, this is my first time on Fanfiction in a while. That being said, please go easy on me. :) Constructive criticism is always welcome!