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Chapter 1


"Hey Case, you seen Stan?"

"Nope. Sorry Stokes."

Stokely sat down on the bleachers, next to Casey. She opened up her back to take out a book and a pack of cigarettes, which she placed beside her as she opened her book. She leaned back and propped up her booted feet next to Casey. He looked down and noticed them.

"Hey, I though you stopped wearing black."

"Yea, well the pastels didn't really work out so hot for me."

"And you cut your hair?"

She lifted a hand to touch the fuzzy tips of her freshly cut hair. She had let it grow out before. Bad idea. Now it was back to normal.

"Yea." She answered, sounding a bit irritated.

"Does Stan know?"

"Stan can kiss my ass for all I fucking care."

"Woa. Problem?"

"Stan's a dick head, that's the problem."

"What happened?"

"I saw him hitting on one of Delilah's bitchy cheerleader clones."


She shrugged. "And I asked him about. He said I was 'over reacting.' But then he said it wasn't working out with us anyway." Closing her book, she swapped it for a cigarette, and lit it.

"Ouch. What did you say to that?"

"I called him a mindless, dickless, fuck wit, ad hung up." She puffed on her cigarette, and looked up. "I was being nice!" She replied after seeing the look on Casey's face.

"That's what you call nice?"


Casey scoffed at her answer. "Have you always been this way?" He asked sipping his juice.

"You don't even want to know, Casey, trust me."

The bell rang, and Casey stood up.

"Are you coming to class?"

"No. I'll stay here."

"By yourself?"

She shrugged. "Why not?"

"Okay." He turned around. "Hey, Zeke's coming."

"Guess I won't be by myself then." She said watching Zeke walk through the field. "See you later."


Stokely watched Casey slowly make his way down the bleachers, and ackowledge Zeke. Then she turned away, not seeing Zeke walked up towards her.

"Stokley," he said, pronouncing each syllable of her name, sitting a step above her. "I hear Stan is dating Jessica Marshelle, now. What's the story?"

She looked up, looking slightly pissed off, but amazingly calm at the same time.

"Have you got an hour?" she asked quietly.

Zeke laughed. "As a matter of fact, two. As long as Tate and Furlong still work here."

"Fantastic" she said dryly.

"But I demand cigarettes." He said, leaning over, and plucking one from the pack.

She threw a lighter at him. "You're buying next time."

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