A/N
Wow, two days in a row! Who are you and what have you done with Rikki?!
I'm me, no need to worry! Just have a lot of time and a lot of ideas for this story. I'm not sure where it's going yet but I really love all the positive feedback I'm getting.
So, I hope you all enjoy this chapter, as well as the fast update and short A/N. I'll try to make this chapter longer, but longer chapters are harder for me because it's harder to find a good place to end. This chapter will also be partially in third person.
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Riley


It was only the second day of school and I've said more words in the last two days than I did in the last two years.

And it's all because of stupid Lucas, Mr. Popular.

First, there was this morning. Ugh, it was quite an interesting morning...


He walked down the hallway, approaching her as she opened her locker.

"Hey, you," he called.

The majority of the hallway went silent for a second and then returned to their conversations. She, however, kept putting books in her locker, not bothering to turn around because she figured whoever it was wasn't talking to her.

Until she realized something: I know that voice!

"Hey, you!" he called again.

She still didn't react and he walked up right next to her and put his hand on her shoulder.

"Don't touch me," she reprimanded, and he didn't move.

"Hey, you," he said in that annoyingly charming way of his.

"Why do you keep saying that?" she asked exasperatedly.

"You never gave me your name, so the only way for me to get your attention is by saying that. Although... if you don't like being called that, I suppose I could come up with something better," he spoke in that infuriating tone of his.

"I never gave you my name because you don't need my name, because you don't need to know the name of someone invisible like me," she told him. Gee, that was a long sentence.

"Well, then, I've decided what I'm going to call you. I'm going to call you Princess," he smirked.

Oh my god, what a jerk!

She groaned.

"Well, I'll see you around, Princess," he called, as he turned and walked off down the hallway. He walked away as a crowd of at least 40 girls gathered around him and followed him towards the science hallway.

"No, you won't!" she called after him, but by that point he was already gone.


This morning was quite distressing, but lunch was worse.

Oh my goodness, lunch was way worse.


She sat down in the grass next to Maya and Farkle, out in the middle of the field and they gave her a smile and a small wave before the three of them settled into a comfortable silence, opening their packed lunches and digging in.

Until he was there.

"Hey, Princess," his irritating voice spoke from somewhere behind her.

"Oh, crap, it's him!" she whispered to Farkle and Maya.

"Who's 'him' and why do we hate him?" Farkle whispered back.

"He's Mr. Popular, Lucas Friar, and we hate him because he thinks I'll just fall in love with him like every other sick girl in this school and that'll be the end," she whispered.

"You mean you haven't fallen in love with me yet, Princess?" he whispered.

"Aaahhh!" she half-screamed, as he placed a hand on her shoulder.

"No, why would anyone ever fall in love with you?" she asked sarcastically, pulling out her bag of jelly beans and picking out the pineapple flavored ones.

"Because I'm me. Who wouldn't fall in love with me?" he asked, giving her his best cowboy smile.

"Anyone with half a brain," she commented sarcastically, and internally laughed as his face visibly dropped.

"Or anyone at all, really," Maya added, and the pair high fived as Lucas pouted.

"Lucas!" that Zay kid shouted from across the field.

"I'm coming, Zay!" Lucas responded. "I'll catch you later, Princess," he added, his bright green eyes meeting her big brown ones.

"No you won't!" She blinked and he was gone, running off down the field.

"Wow, you're right, Riley, he is totally stupid," Maya said, taking the bag of jelly beans and eating all the ones she hadn't picked out, which were all the ones that weren't pineapple flavored.


Lunch was pretty bad, but it was after school that was the worst...


She walked out of her eighth hour class and quickly made her way down the hall, grabbing everything she needed for homework and then going straight to her music room.

She pulled out her notebook and her pencil, preparing to get some writing done, when all of a sudden-

"Princess!"

"Ugh! Do you have to be everywhere?" she demanded.

"No, I only have to be everywhere you are, just often enough to get to you," he teased.

She pouted.

"It's not working," she stated blatantly.

He smirked.

"Yes it is."

She sighed and closed her book; she clearly wasn't going to get any writing done today.

He grinned.

"I'd love to stay and chat, but I really need to get to practice. I'll see you later, Princess."

"No, you won't," she responded, almost out of habit at this point.

He turned and left without another word.

She tried to play a song on the piano, but she couldn't seem to play any of the notes right.

Eventually, she gave up heading back out to her car to go home.


And that was when the worst part of all occurred, out there in the parking lot.

I hate him so much after that...


She had a flat tire.

This was just what she needed.

Someone had slashed her back right tire.

Someone slashed her tire and her only spare was in her dad's car.

She wasn't driving anywhere today.

She groaned.

"Hey, Princess."

Oh no, it's him.

"What's wrong?" he asked, tilting his head in an annoying (but somehow adorable) way.

No, Riley, stop! He is not adorable.

"Yeah, I got a flat," she told him. Why did she tell him that?

"Oh, I don't have a spare on me, but I'd be happy to give you a ride home today and then bring you back early tomorrow morning with an extra tire so we can replace it. You can just leave your car here tonight."

Wow, did he really just do something that nice? Mr. Popular, really?!

"Yeah, okay," she found herself accepting his offer before she let herself think, and she groaned internally.

She followed him to his minivan, yes minivan, and got in the passenger seat.

She couldn't believe Mr. Popular drove an old, beat up minivan.

Once he started driving, she told him where to turn as she pulled out her pineapple scented hand sanitizer and rubbed some on her hands, followed by pineapple scented lotion.

He pulled out his phone when they stopped at a red light.

"Mind if I play some music?" he asked, pulling up a music app.

"Go ahead," she invited, and he did. Some a cappella band started playing and she actually laughed.

"Oh my god, Mr. Popular likes a cappella!" she giggled.

"What can I say, they're good. They also remind me of home," he told her.

"And where is home, exactly?" she asked.

"Texas," he stated simply.

"Mr. Popular is from Texas? HA!" she laughed harder.

"You have an amazing laugh," he told her.

She frowned.

"Stop it!" she told him.

"Oh come on Princess, you know you love me," he teased her.

"Turn left here," she instructed, and he did.

"Hey, this is my neighborhood," he told her.

"No way!" she gasped.

"Yeah, that's my house, right there," he pointed to a house on the right side of the street.

"And there's mine," she told him, pointing out the house that was four doors down and on the opposite side of the street from his. He pulled into her driveway.

"Thanks for the ride," she told him.

"No problem, Princess. I'll see you around," he responded as she got out of the car and walked towards her front door.

"No, you won't!" she called.

"Oh, I think I will," he told her, and she turned and stuck her tongue out at him before going inside.

Yup, definitely hate that guy.


Today was an interesting day. I've said more words in the last two days than I have in the last two years.

And it's all thanks to Mr. Popular, Texas Cowboy, the irritating, infuriating, Lucas Friar.


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