LENA

Lena strolled down the hall casually when her phone vibrated from within her bag. She pulled it out and read the text sent to her from Danny. " lunch, where r u?"

"Just got here", She replied as she stepped through the cafeteria doors. She looked at the food options provided by the school, finding that most of it was deep fried, she cringed. Subconsciously she ran her hands over her waist line and thought to herself, "I don't need to add anymore pounds." The "healthy" options were just as unappealing. She blindly grabbed the nearest slightly wilted salad and paid the lunch lady at the end of the line.

She looked around at the tables trying to locate Danny. The cafeteria was huge with around thirty or so tables sprinkled in all areas. The students' voices mixed together, creating very loud back up noise. In her search for Danny, she found Allyson instead, who was waving at her to come over to her, Scott , and the guy that had bumped into her earlier. She gave up trying to find Danny and walked over to the group.

Allyson smiled brightly, "Glad you could make it."

"Yeah, me too, I got lost on the way here." Lena shrugged and sat down, her eyes sweeping to Stiles who was seating on the other side of her. "Hey, Smooth Operator." She greeted him jokingly with a small smile.

He chucked, "Most people call me Stiles, but you can call me that."

Her smile grew as she quirked her eyebrows up and down quickly. "I'll keep that in mind." Scott and Allyson shared a brief look from across the table.

Allyson pointed back and forth at the two of them, "So you two've met already?"

Stiles answered, "Yeah, we both have Econ and English."

"Not to mention he bulldozed into me about 10 minutes ago and knocked all my stuff to the ground." She tsked at him, shaking her head.

"Are you mocking me?" She nodded.

"Well, next time I run into you, I won't help you." He sarcastically huffed, causing her to smile.

"Whatever will I do?" She matched his sarcasm, feigning a swoon. Scott and Allyson watched the two, completely transfixed by the conversation. Lena became suddenly aware of their presence and sobered up.

"Anyway," Lena said. "What's your topic for White?" She pushed around the soggy lettuce.

"Feminism." He answered with a grimace, sluggishly chomping into a fry.

"What's with the face?" She popped a cherry tomato into her mouth.

He shrugged. "I just don't know that much about it."

Lena put down her fork, "I could, ya' know… I could help you if you want." She blushed.

STILES

He looked up quickly from his fries, "Really?" He eagerly looked around as if silently asking if this were possible but the look Scott sent him had only one message: "Be cool." He quickly chanced his reaction, leaning back on his chair nonchalantly. "I mean, yeah."

He looked at Scott who sent him a subtle thumb up. "Nice save." He heard Scott softly mumble to him.

"So Lena," Allyson spoke. "Where ya' from?"

"Atlanta, Georgia." She answered proudly.

"Oooo, we got ourselves a Peach." Stiles teased.

"Most people call me Lena, but you can call me that." She shot back at him, smiling innocently when he playfully glared at her.

Scott chuckled, "A jokester too, apparently."

She pointed a finger gun at him, "Bingo." She checked her phone, "Have you guys seen Danny? I tried to find him, but it's next to impossible to with all these people."

Stiles straightened out a little, scanning the crowd. "He usually sits with Jackson."

"Blech, Jackson." She nudged Scott. "Glad you guys found me first."

They all looked up at the clock when the bell rang.

Without sparing them a last glance, Scott and Allyson rushed off pretty fast. "They're probably going to make out before class." Stiles explained.

Lena sighed, "Teenagers." She rolled her eyes.

Stiles watched as she dug through her bag, ripping a piece of paper from one of her binders. "You need my number right?" She held up the torn blank paper. "So you can call me when you need help with that assignment."

He nodded. "That would probably be better than writing a letter."

She giggled. "That's what I was thinking. Can you turn around for a sec? I need a surface to write on." She held up a pen.

He did as she commanded and felt a light pressure on his shoulder where the pen glided across the paper.

She handed him her number. "Here ya go." She smiled cheerfully.

He accepted it, "So, do you need help finding your next class?"

"I think I can handle it, I studied the map pretty well. But thanks for asking." She turned to walk away. "Don't lose my number." She called over her shoulder.

"Wouldn't dream of it." He answered.

Someone, anyone, give me some feedback. Is my writing style confusing to follow? Am I using some of the words over and over agian? If you think so, please tell me.

Anyway, Loads more events are going to play out, one of them being the Fair I had previously mentioned, so stay tuned!

Also, shout out to ChrisVigilante! WOOT WOOT! Look at you, leaving me a review! (BTW, I read your "You're Perfect" story. FABULOUS, man! Like, bravo!)