Chapter 2
Lucas P.O.V
Senior year is going to be great. Right? I mean , ever since Smackle decided to move to New York City me and Zay have been a little bored, but he's still my bestfriend. I think we were just used to 3. I was the looks, Zay was the clown, and Smackle was the brains, the perfect trio. I mean it should already be a breeze for me, in the girls eyes I'm the" cutest boy in school", and I'm the star quarterback, But it's not the popularity that I want. I want to be happy. I want a girlfriend, one who's is not Missy Bradford . I don't know about that girl, she's pure evil , and of course…she likes me. Well , I guess that's an understatement, try obsessed. She's borderline stalker, one time her and her little group of girls sat parked outside my house for seven hours, and she wonders why , despite her many pleas, I still won't go out with her. People say I'm just a picky dater, but in reality I just don't want to lead a girl on when I know she isn't the one. But whatever, Missy isn't important right now, right now I need to focus on my future, and I definitely do not see her in it.
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Riley P.O.V
I've been here for a week, and the last time I spoke to my parents, we were boarding a plane to Texas. At first they were pushy, they would always try to get me to talk with them, But now they've come to grasp the fact that I'm mad at them and I don't want to talk. I'm not even that mad at them, I just want to be left alone, but with school starting tomorrow and a wardrobe full of cold , New York City weather clothes it's time to talk to them and go shopping. A little retail therapy will help, I think. As I walk to the living room to finally talk to them, I stop at the sound of my parents arguing. They never argue, I mean, they're Cory and Topanga. But as I keep listening I hear it's about me.
"She's sick Cory, broken! She needs to see someone"
"She's not sick Topanga….she's still our Riley she's just upset"
"Don't you see it Cory, she hasn't spoken in days! "
I decided to interrupt them right there.
"Guys? " I said, my voice a little crackly. They both turn to look at me. As I see tears in my mothers eyes I run and hug her.
"I'm so sorry guys, I was just mad, and I promise I'm not sick " I say in between sobs.
They don't say anything we just stand there hugging each other, it kind of feels like a family reunion, just until I remember our family is broken, lost, all because of me. And that's when I begin to process the words I earlier heard…. I'm broken.
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Riley P.O.V
I start school today at Lake Travis High, And I completely disregard my previous promise of not befriending anyone in spite of what's left of my family. My dad insists in driving me , even though we literally live down the street. I don't know what to expect, but I do know that I will be assigned a tour guide. And I can only hope they're nice.
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Lucas P.O.V
It's the first day of school, and I've been assigned as a tour guide for a new student. I have no idea who they are, But I know they're from New York City. I hope who ever they are , they're nice, I think as I walk the halls to the main office. When I walk in the woman at the front desk seemingly already knows why I'm there and points in the direction of a lost looking brunette girl sitting down, and tells me her information. As I walk up I say "Riley Matthews?"
When she looks up , I lose my breath. She's beautiful.
"Yes. Hi. Are you my tour guide?" The sound of her voice gives me chills, she even sounds beautiful .
" Yes I am , my names Lucas Friar, your beautiful ." I say the last part without thinking , but I don't regret it when I see her smile, blush and look down. Nope. No regret, embarrassment? Yes.
" I , uh, I mean…." I stutter out . She laughs, and I feel the embarrassment literally slither away.
"It's fine, thank you, and I could say the same thing to you" As she says that she turns bright red. I laugh , and she visibly relaxes .
" I mean, uh not beautiful , handsome. Wait um, you know what I'm just going to stop talking now" She blushed again , which made me chuckle . There was an awkward silence for about thirty-seconds before I decide to break it.
"Should we get going?" I ask while gesturing to the door behind her. She nervously nods and moves to turn around ,when she just falls forward onto the ground. I immediately panic and try to help her up but she just laughs. What is wrong with her? That tile is hard. Despite her laughing I reach down to help her up. And I guess the panic I feel is visible on my face because she says , "I'm fine, that happens a lot, I always used to talk and my little brother Aug-" She stops and looks down. When I see tears begin to form in her eyes I immediately feel the need to make her pain go away. So, with that feeling in mind I immediately pull her into a hug. She sobs some more and then pulls away, but as soon as I start to Ask what's wrong the look in her eyes says don't push it. So I don't. And she seems to respect that .