I look at her from across the other side of the room. The very room that my ex-boyfriend, Lucas, got me into. Detention. My parents always told me to stay away from people like them, rebels, and I
should've listened to them, because now look where it's got me. But, then again, they did tell me to stay away from Farkle, and he's my best friend, so I guess they don't give very good advice, do
they? My parents are going to kill me when they find out I got detention. I get so lost in my thoughts about all the things my parents could do, that I don't even realize that the girl moved across the
room and plopped herself into the desk in front of me, and turned the desk around, and was now staring at me. I look up and ice blue meets chocolate brown. I look at her winged eyeliner and bold
red lips, and when you look extreamly close you can see a light scattering of freckles dancing playfully across her perfectly aligned nose. Then I finally realize that she is talking to me.

"What?" I ask.
"I asked you what your name is." She says bluntly.
"Oh... It's Riley." I say stumbling over my words.
"Isn't that a guys name?" She asks.
"NO! Girls can be called Riley too, and I'm one of them!" I say getting defensive about my name.
"Ok, sorry! No need to get all defensive, I was just asking." She says getting a little mad.
"No, it's my fault. I shouldn't have snapped at you. I'm the one who should be sorry." I say quietly.
"No, I should be the one who's sorry, so I'm sorry." She says.
"No, I'm sorry." I say.
"No, I'm sorry." She says.
"No, I'm sorry." I say.
"Riley I never loose an argument so you better give up now." She says.
"Fine! You win! I loose. Happy now?" I ask.
"Very." She says with a smirk hiding along her lips.

We keep talking and the next thing I know the detention teacher is telling us we can go. So I get up from my seat reluctantly, because I was having such fun talking to that girl. We head down the
stairs and I realize I never got her name.

"What is you name?" I ask.
"Maya."

And then she's off, skating down the street on, whatever she's riding on.