You Can Talk To Me
Something's bothering Riley and she won't talk to anybody, not even Maya. What's bothering Riley and why is she so silent? Riley's P.O.V. throughout the whole story!
I walked into class Monday morning with Maya, Farkle, and Lucas. We were about fifteen minutes early, so we just sat around and talked. I was ready for our history lesson today because we were going to be learning about the Greek gods and goddesses. My favorite goddess is Aphrodite, and my favorite god is Apollo.
My dad walked in and sat down at his desk. He looked at me, Maya, Lucas, and Farkle. Soon, everyone started coming in the classroom. When the bell rang, my dad got up and wrote Greek Mythology on the board. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Missy Bradford trying to talk to Lucas. I saw Lucas trying to pay attention to my father, but Missy wouldn't leave him alone. My dad turned around and saw Lucas talking to Missy, so he gave Lucas and Missy detention. I thought 'Great! Now she can flirt with Lucas alone!'
The bell rang to dismiss class, so Lucas, Farkle, Maya, and I went to our lockers and put up our books. Then, we got our gym bags and went to the locker rooms. Maya and I went to the girl's locker room while Farkle and Lucas went to the boy's locker room. When we emerged from the locker rooms, Maya and I spotted Lucas and Farkle warming up, so we walked over to where they were and joined them.
"Hey," Lucas said to me. "Hi," I replied. "I can't believe Missy got me detention," Lucas complained. "She should stop messing with you because you obviously don't like her," I told him. "I don't like her, and I have told her that. I wish she'd just leave me alone," Lucas said. Farkle and Maya had started their own conversation, so Lucas and I kept on with ours. "Anyway, I was wonderin' if you would like to go to the movies this weekend," Lucas offered. "Of course! I'd love to," I said excitedly. "So, I'll see what time the movies are playing, then I'll text you," he said with his million dollar smile. "Okay," I said. "What are you going to do about detention?" I asked him. "I guess I'll just have to face being alone with Missy for fifteen minutes," he said. "You aren't going to be alone with her," I told him. "How? No one else has detention," he said. "I have a plan," I said with a mischievous grin on my face. "You'd get in detention for me?" he asked. "I'm certainly not doing it for me," I said jokingly. Soon, the coaches came out and gave directions on what to do.
"Hey, Riley," I heard a snobby voice call out my name. I turned around to find Missy Bradford standing behind my locker. "What Missy?" I asked while getting my English book. "Did you really think that you'd have a chance with MY Lucas?" she asked. "Since when did he become YOUR Lucas?" I asked, knowing that she was lying. "Oh! You didn't know! He invited me to go see a movie this weekend during your father's history class," she said. "Ha! What a coincidence! He asked me to the movies, too!" I exclaimed. "When?" she asked me. "Today during gym," I said trying to get past her. "Okay, listen here, Little Miss Innocent!" Missy started. Since everyone had already left the locker room, we were alone. "You better not go to the movies with Lucas this weekend or else!" "Or else what?" I asked. "You don't want to find out," she said. I could have sworn that I saw fire in her eyes. "Missy, I'll go to the movies with Lucas if I want to go," I said. With that, I pushed her out of my way and walked toward the exit of the gym. "You're going to pay for that you little immature brat!" she yelled. I walked out of the gym with tears threatening to spill down my face. I was actually scared of what Missy would do if I went to the movies with Lucas. Someone stopped me in the hall and pulled me to the side. I looked up and saw Lucas.
"Hey, what took you so long, Riles? You're usually one of the first people out of the gym," he asked me. "It's nothing, Lucas, really! I'm fine," I lied to him. "Riles, don't give me that! You look as if you are about to cry," he said sympathetically. Missy's words echoed in the back of my mind. "Lucas, I'm okay. I was just running a little late. The reason I look like I'm about to cry is because I stubbed my toe on the door," I lied again. "Okay, well, let me walk you to class," he said holding his hand out. I gladly accepted his hand. We walked into English class holding hands, but Missy's words still echoed in my mind. Should I listen to Missy and not go to the movies with Lucas?