So this is my first story on fanfiction :) I hope at least a few of you will enjoy it, because it isn't a typical story. Or maybe it is. I don't know... Don't forget to leave a review!

Warning: Story may contain subjects sensitive to some readers. Viewer discretion is advised. I actually did edit many things so that the content wasn't too explicit. This chapter might be the only one with very sensitive subject matter.

Disclaimer: I do not, in any way, own Girl Meets World or the characters. I do credit myself for the storyline, though.

Riley's POV

It was pouring rain outside as I looked through the window in the classroom. I was supposed to be on the subway with Maya right now, and then we were going to hang out at my house for a couple of hours. But the substitute teacher, Ms. Hemmings, was convinced that I cheated on our quiz because I had the same answers as Farkle. So now I'm sitting in detention. It sucks that when I finally get a perfect score on a test, the teacher doesn't give me any credit for it. So much for trying hard in school...

I had been sitting in that room for an hour at least, so you could probably guess why I had raised my hand when the teacher said, "Are there two students who would like to turn in the attendance form to get let out of detention early?" My hand had went flying in the air quicker than lightning, a big smile on my face. A few other hands were up too, everyone desperate to get out of this mini prison. The teacher surveyed the room, probably trying to look for the most trustworthy students. She finally decided. "Riley Mathews and Jason Daniels, come take this to the office. Don't forget your belongings."

I let out a small squeal of excitement and put the strap of my school bag over one shoulder. When I went up to get the attendance sheet is when I saw his face. His jet black hair was spiked up with gel and his green piercing eyes contrasted with his fair skin. He had sort of a sly yet goofy grin on his face, and looked me in the eyes. I blushed and looked down, not used to this kind of attention from guys. Especially not from what my school would consider to be one of the bad boys. He had on black everything, except for his studded belt.

I grabbed the attendance sheet and we made our way to the hallway. As soon as the classroom door closed, he started to talk. "What's your name?" he asked with a small smile. I was a little surprised by him talking to me, but I managed to keep myself calm.

"I'm Riley."

"Cute name. I didn't hear it when the teacher called on us," he replied. He looked around the hallway, and I eyed his every movement. He seemed like a good guy, but something was just a little off about him. It was hard to say what exactly it was. I guess that's just the mystery of the bad boy. He turned to face me and smirked. "What are you looking at?" My heart started to race. He caught me looking at him!

"Oh, um, nothing. Just looking around," I said quickly, trying to seem calm. On the inside I was dying from embarrassment. He raised an eyebrow at me and kept walking forward.

"Actually, I know a quicker way to the office. Wanna check it out?" he asked me, stopping in his tracks. I let the question process in my mind. A quicker way? Well, that just means getting back home faster. I nodded and he smiled at me, gesturing to the right. We turned, and kept walking down the hall. It was the "abandoned hallway" that everyone at school talked about. There were no teachers in any of the classes, and it hadn't been dusted in years. Not to mention, it creeped me out.

I looked up at him. "Are you sure it's this way?" I asked him.

He just looked down at me and smirked. "I wouldn't lie to you. It's a short cut that no one uses. Trust me."

"Okay..." I replied, feeling confused.

We finally found a door, and he opened it for me. "Ladies first," he said, giving me a small smile. I walked into the dark room, curious to what this supposed short cut was. Then I heard a switch flip, and the lights came on. It was just an old storage room, with a table, a few empty boxes and buckets, shelves with tools on them. Confused, I turned around to look at Jason.

He had his back turned to me, and was locking the door to the room. I could hear my heart pounding in my chest as he turned around and faced me. "I saw the way you were looking at me," he said, in a different tone of voice. It was like he was a different person.

As he stepped toward me, I stepped back. "What do you mean?" I asked in a shaky voice. He didn't answer my question. In a second, he had grabbed my wrists and pinned them against the table behind me and forced his lips on mine. I tried to kick and pry his fingers off my wrists, but they wouldn't budge. I couldn't scream, but I didn't give up trying to get him off of me. When he finally pulled away from my lips, I took that chance to scream. "GET OFF ME, GET-" I felt a hot sting come across my face, cutting me off mid sentence.

When I looked at him, his eyes were a dark green, something looked so evil about them. "SHUT UP, you wanted this! You were practically begging for it," he snapped at me. No words could come out of my mouth. I was in shock. I had never been slapped in my life before, and had never been hit by a boy.

And I couldn't help it when tears started rolling down my face. His hands reached for my long skirt and pulled it up. It was at that time that I panicked more than ever. "What are you doing?" I said, in a quiet and wimpy voice. Again, I attempted to get his hands off of me, and again, he was too strong. I could feel his hands roaming around on me and I hated it. Tears were streaming down my cheeks. How did I get here? How could I have been so stupid?

I wanted my dad, my mom, Maya, my friends Lucas and Farkle. I felt so alone and helpless. "Don't worry, Riley," he said in a deep, whispering tone. It sent chills down my spine. He unzipped his jeans and I forced myself to look up at the ceiling. I whimpered as he started to reach for the hem of my underwear. "I'll take good care of you." I started to tremble.

I had heard about this kind of thing around school, but they only taught it to the older kids. I had no idea what to expect, and I didn't want to know. "Please," I cried, closing my eyes. "Please don't, please don't do this." He pressed his lips on mine again and then he did it. I couldn't help but scream. At this point he didn't care. It went on for what seemed like hours. He kept me pinned against that rock-like table in that dingy room. I wanted it to end, I wanted him to be done so that it would stop. His grip on me was tight, and I could feel one of my wrists bruising.

Next thing I knew I was sitting on the ground with my skirt pushed up and my underwear around my ankles. He was looking down at me while I just stared blankly ahead, silently crying. I heard him zip his jeans back up and then he kneeled down in front of me so that we were face to face. "If you tell anyone, I'll just say you wanted it," he said in a calm voice. He looked at me for a while and then smiled. I hated his smile now. "Stop crying. Whores don't have any reason to cry, they get what's coming to them," he said, wiping one of my tears with his thumb.

I turned my face away, not wanting him to touch me anymore. That made him angry, and his hand hit my cheek so hard I fell over on my side. Finally, he got back up and left the room.

I lay on the ground for a long time, not wanting to move. I didn't want to do anything. What was I supposed to do? What if he was right? What if people just thought that I wanted it? Then everyone would just make fun of me at school. And what would my mom and dad think? And Maya? I couldn't do it. I couldn't tell anyone. Even thinking about telling someone sent chills down my spine. They wouldn't see me the same way ever again.

After a good half hour, I sat back up and pushed my skirt down. I stood up and walked out of the room. Even my walk was different. I felt weird, and used. Dirty, almost. The school was dark, and so was the sky outside. It must have been at least an hour since I had been locked in there.

I pushed through the school doors and in a daze made my way to the subway station. No one noticed me as I sat down. Not that I cared though. Everything passed by so quickly. All I wanted to do was go to my room and hide. Get away from the world.

The subway was almost at my stop when I heard my name being called. "Riley? Riley, is that you?" I looked in the direction of the sound and saw Lucas standing behind a crowd of people. His eyes were full of concern, probably seeing the red marks on my face and the dried tears. The subway stopped and he attempted to get through the crowd. Quickly, I ran out the doors with my bag bouncing at my side, past everyone in the subway. I didn't want Lucas to see me like this. Or anyone, really. I liked being the happy girl, the upbeat and outgoing one. Not the sad and helpless one.

Not too much later, I arrived at my apartment. Before entering my house, I pulled out my phone and checked the time. It was 8:15. Mom and dad were going to kill me. I braced myself and reached out for the doorknob, putting my hand on it. I turned it and opened the door. I was a little surprised it was already open, but I figured it was because my parents were expecting me. Great.

There in the living room, my dad was pacing around the room and my mom was sitting at the kitchen table. Auggie was most likely in bed already, because I didn't see him anywhere.

Quickly, I walked in and closed the door behind me, causing both of them to look my way. My mom ran over to me as fast as she could. "Riley! Where have you been!?" she exclaimed, hugging me tightly. My arms stayed at my sides for some reason, though I usually would hug her back. My dad walked closer to us, and I attempted to hide my face in the hug. I didn't want him to see me.

"Riley, what were you doing out so late?" he asked, and my mom pulled away from our hug. I looked down and shrugged, not wanting to answer his question. I couldn't answer his question. He crossed his arms now, and my mom stood by him. "Riley?" he asked again. "Look at me." With nervousness building up inside me, I slowly looked up at them. Their faces turned from slightly angry to concerned in a matter of seconds.

My mom, with her mouth open for some time, finally said, "What on Earth happened to you?"

"Why do you have red marks on your face? Did someone hurt you?" My dad asked, and my mom tried to reach out to me. I stepped backwards, avoiding her touch. She looked a little hurt, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. "Riley, if someone hurt you, tell me right now!"

"I got into a fight," I said, and they both looked shocked. I looked down again. "I had a fight with this one girl from school, so I got detention." My mom kneeled down to face me. It made me uncomfortable.

"Riley, what's gotten into you? You know you can't fight people at school. It doesn't solve anything." I backed away from her, not comfortable with being to close. She gave me a confused look and so did my dad. I couldn't handle it anymore.

"I'm going to my room. I'm tired," I told them, and started walking quickly to my door. My dad called after me, but I didn't listen.

Once I was in my room, I sat near my window and looked outside. Rain drops were covering it, and the rain was pouring hard. Tears were welling up, but I didn't let them come out. Though I knew what happened, I was still in shock. How could this have happened to me? Why me? I shut my eyes and wished hard that it had never happened. Of course, nothing changed when I opened them back up.

Not wanting to lay down in my bed that night, I grabbed a small blanket on the side of the window seat and wrapped it around myself. I fell asleep watching the rain.