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Serena surveyed the outside courtyard where most students were eating their lunch. She couldn't find Casey or Zeke, so she went for the next closest person, Stokely. She saw Stokely reading a book, so she read over her shoulder for a second. Serena immediately recognized it a "The Puppet Master". A book she'd read many times over. Armed with this knowledge, she sat down.
"Hey, I'm Serena. I'm sure you don't want a friend right now, but I wanted to say that I'm a Trekkie born and bred, so I believe in aliens and the like as well. Casey told me you're name is Stokely, which I think is so cool."
Stokely looked at Serena then half-smiled, "Hey thanks."
"I'm gonna go get some food. Ill be right back," Serena left to go raid the vending machines. When she got back she saw a blonde girl sitting across from Stokely, who didn't look happy. Deciding to save her from the new girl who had been in the office with her earlier, she sat down and stuck out her hand to the girl, "I'm Serena," she said with a friendly grin.
The girl took her hand and shook it, "I'm Mary-Beth Louise Hutchinson from Atlanta, Georgia."
"That explains the southern accent, right Stokes?" Serena said trying to make it seemed like Stokely was involved without her having to be involved.
"Seducing the new students, Stokely?" said a brunette appearing out of nowhere. Immediately, Serena didn't like her. She introduced herself as Delilah. Then Mary-Beth and Delilah began a conversation about Stokely like she wasn't even there. When Serena realized her new friend was about to leave, she decided to get rid of Delilah instead of lose her friend.
Delilah continued, "Too bad Stokely, guess you'll just have to keep looking for Ms. Right."
"Shut up Delilah, you the victim of his own insecurities," Serena countered.
Delilah eyes went wide and she sneered and walked off haughtily.
"Well that certainly made her go quiet," said Mary-Beth.
Stokely just smiled and said, "Thanks."
"You're welcome. But either Delilah's just spreading rumors or you have a security blanket of being a lesbian."
"You can read people well, it's my security."
"It's a gift," Serena replied off-handily.
"Can you read me?" Mary-Beth asked.
Serena detected the nervousness in the request. She'd also noticed that it seemed like Mary-Beth had watched too many episodes of "Leave It to Beaver", because she seemed to try too hard to be perfect. Serena had also been getting creepy vibes from her the whole time.
"You're really nice and you almost planned to be here right now."
Mary-Beth looked down at the ground, "It wasn't my doing. My parents died in an accident and I'm living with relatives here."
Serena wanted to, but just couldn't believe her, "I'm sorry," she said as apologetically as she could muster.