Alright you wonderful, sweet, awesome people! Here's the sequel to You're Cute! Lots more Riley and The Rebel fun :D Riley's such a cutie! And she and Brandon give me life! XD

A/N: You don't necessarily have to read You're Cute to understand this, but if you want the whole story to make sense, and you haven't read You're Cute, you should probably read it first.

Rated K+ for Kleenex

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own GMW, because if I did, crack ships would become canon ships... and I guess canon ships would become crack ships? Which I would probably then ship instead... and then make canon, but then the crack ships turned canon ships would become crack ships again and so I'd ship them but then because I would make them canon I would ship the newly crack ship ships which I would make canon... huh.

Riley skipped down the hallway, an earsplitting grin on her face as she made her way to the detention room. Her little curfew breech and grounding had finally—finally—been lifted after all these weeks so now she was going to execute her perfect plan. Riley giggled to herself, an extra little bounce to her step as she thought about Brandon.

Today was the day.

She was going to march right up to him and… and…

And… demand another favour…

Sure, it wasn't asking him out necessarily, but if this was what it took to go out with him, then that was what she would do.

She squeezed her cheeks bashfully when she could feel them start to flush once again, mentally squealing to herself. She still hadn't gotten over the kiss. Maya had told her she would get over it in a few days, but weeks had passed and Riley could still remember the way he had gazed at her warmly before leaning in. Could still remember how soft his lips had felt and how sweet the kiss had been and…

Okay, now she was sure her whole face was red!

She came to a stop in front of the detention room and peeked inside the window of the door, making sure Brandon was in today. The girl smoking in the bathroom (whose name was Greta, Riley had found out. Apparently she was saving up to travel to Spain!) had told her that he'd gotten into a small scrap with someone during a switch between classes and was awarded detention. And sure enough, there, sitting boredly at his favourite desk was her Rebel.

Riley smiled softly and sighed dreamily as she watched him. Lots of people stayed clear of him because of rumors of his dangerous nature floating around and because they were scared of his dark expressions, but Riley loved his perpetual scowl. She found it super attractive. Along with his dark chocolate brown eyes and tousled hair and half smirk… He was like that perfect bite of that perfect chocolate cake that she'd been dreaming of forever but never had the chance to actually taste. Well, at least until recently.

And then he glanced at the door—where she knew she was staring at him like a creeper—and Riley yelped, ducking down and hiding.

"What are you doing Riley…" she hissed to herself, "Just go in there and speak to him. Stop acting like a nut."

But all of a sudden, she felt kind of shy.

After all, it had been a couple weeks since she'd last seen him in person. Since she'd last gotten kissed on the corner of Bleecker street after that magical night in a whole new world. She'd felt like Princess Jasmine with Brandon, her Aladdin, taking her to a dazzling place she never knew! A new fantastic point of view! Indescribable feelings! No one to tell her no or where to go! Well, except for her dad, who had definitely put a stop to that by grounding her...

"Riley focus…" she muttered to herself, slapping her cheeks once to get it together.

A teacher walked by, staring at her funny. No doubt she looked strange, blushing to her roots and slapping her face and sitting in front of the detention room door.

Brandon had seen her. She couldn't just sit in front of this door crumpled up like this forever. So with a deep, calming breath, she channeled her inner Maya and rose to her feet. She let out the deep breath and pushed the door open, walking in with her head held high.

"Matthews." He said in amusement, "I was wondering when you would come in."

She opened her mouth to speak.

And then closed it when no words came out.

She had no idea what to say! She was trying to think of something witty or cute or amusing, but the only thing she could think to do was ask him what he had for breakfast. And that would not be conducive to proper conversation. He'd probably think she was a little weirdo.

He rose a brow when she just stared at him, wide eyed and a little fidgety.

"Something the matter?"

"I uh… I have another favour to ask." she ran a hand through her hair. "My brother Auggie's birthday is coming up in a month and I wanted to give him something special like a cute fireworks display or something like that so that he can have one dedicated to him because he really loves fireworks, but consumer fireworks are banned without a permit so I was wondering if you could maybe find some way to make that display?"

"Sure." he said, "No problem."

"Thank you so much! What can I do in return?"

"Nothing."

And Riley stood there for a second, brows slightly furrowed. That hadn't been the answer she'd been expecting at all.

"Wait. You're doing this one for free?"

"Yeah."

"But…" She didn't want him to do it for free. She wanted him to ask her out again. "It's a pretty big request."

"Don't worry about it Matthews. This one's on me."

"A-are you sure? I mean, I would be happy to have a proper exchange. I'm free this week. I'm not grounded or anything. You know… schedule completely open?"

Brandon stood up slowly from his desk, eyeing the clock before he turned to Riley with a small upward quirk of his lips.

"Good to know."

"O-okay…" She blinked at him in total confusion, completely not understanding what was going on.

"See you around Matthews."

Then he winked as he left the detention room, leaving only the trail of the scent of his cologne and a frowning and baffled Riley, standing stalk still, looking at the place he had just been in shock.

He hadn't wanted an exchange.

The whole purpose of Riley's plan had failed. She had failed. Big time.

And on top of that he didn't ask her out.

She thought they'd had a connection. Heck, he'd kissed her. Three times! Had she been wrong?

What the heck had just happened?