~Maya~

These past few days have gone by pretty slow and I haven't seen my mom at all. At school, everyone is going crazy about Lucas' party tomorrow night. This guy, Billy I think his name is, has been trying to get me to go with him all week. But honestly, I'd much rather stay at home watching TV than watch a guy try to impress me at a lame pool party. So every time he asks I reject him.

I'm at my locker grabbing books for my next lesson. I realize someone is standing behind it so I slam my locker shut and turn to face them.

"Howdy." Oh, great.

"What do you want?"

"How about a 'Hey, how are ya?'"

"How about you tell me what you want?" He holds his hands up in defence.

"Whoa, easy there tiger! I came to uhh- I came t-to," he rubs the back of his neck. Was he nervous?

"Spit it out cowboy." He's starting to annoy me now.

"You wanna come to my pool party on Saturday?"

I looked at him incredulously. "Me? Going to a kids' party? You don't know me at all do you?"

For some reason he smirks, which confuses me. I just insulted his party but he's just looking at me like he's planning something. This guy is weird.

"Yeah, I knew you wouldn't want to come. You're so predictable Maya Hart." He shakes his head and leaves.

How dare he? I am not predictable. I am anything but predictable. I'm spontaneous. I do what I want when I want to. Urgggh why do I find him so irritating? We're barely acquaintances yet he acts like he knows me better than myself.

I hate him. And I hate the fact that I don't know why I hate him.

~Lucas~

I walk off pretty proud of myself. This party is my chance to get her to notice me. I was kind of nervous to invite her, but when she called it a kids' party I smirked, knowing exactly what to say to get her to come.

Maya's easily influenced, if someone says she can't or won't do something she'll do it. Just to prove them wrong. That's why I know she'll come to my party; to prove that she's not predictable. To prove me wrong.

It's just simple reverse psychology and she totally fell for it.

~Farkle~

I see Riley in History class smiling at me when she saw me. I smile back and sit behind her, since the seat next to her is taken. We've become pretty good friends but it's weird how I've never noticed her before. I didn't even know she was a student in this school let alone in my History class. The lesson hasn't started yet so I tap her on the shoulder to get her attention, making her turn around. I've finally won an invite to Lucas' party and I want to ask Riley if she was going.

"Hey," I say.

"Hey." She smiles and looks at me for a while, expecting me to say something, but I just froze. Why did I freeze? She turns back around when the teacher walks into the room.

Dammit Farkle. You had one job. One. Job.

I tap her shoulder again but she doesn't turn around, she's too busy listening to the lecture.

"Hey Riley," I whisper, "are you going to the party on Saturday?" I see her shake her head. I frown, curious as to why she's not going. "Why not? Are you-".

"Minkus!" I'm interrupted by a furious teacher. "Stop distracting other students while I'm trying to teach! Now tell me the four major problems in 1920s America."

I sigh and answer his question monotonously.

~Riley~

I notice Farkle trying to get my attention during the lecture, but I try to ignore him and pay attention to what the teacher is saying.

"Hey Riley, are you going to the party on Saturday?" I hear him whisper. I just shake my head in response. I don't think he knows how unpopular I am, or that I get bullied by the host of this party. He's questioning me further but he gets interrupted by the teacher, who yells at him and asks him a tough question about the topic he's about to teach us this lesson.

"The four major problems were, social inequality, racism, industry and agriculture." He then started listing all these facts without hesitating to think. My eyes widen when he finishes his speech and I turn around with an open mouth. He smirks and winks at me, causing me to smile and giggle. I shake my head and turn my attention back to the teacher.

The bell rang signalling the end of the day and week. As I leave the classroom to head to my locker I hear Farkle trying to catch up with me.

"Hey, wait up!" He runs up to me and matches my pace so he's walking beside me. "Why aren't you going to the party?" He asks me. I feel bad for him, he genuinely doesn't know he's talking to a loser.

"I wasn't invited," I simply say.

"So?" I look at him confused. "You can be my plus one." He shrugs.

"Like...a date?"

"N-no, not a a date," he stammers. "Unless you want it to be." I stop walking.

"Listen, Farkle. I wasn't invited," I repeat and start walking again as I list the reasons why I won't go. "I don't want to go, I'm not friends with anyone that's going, I-"

"Oh c'mon!" He grabs my arms stopping me and turning me to face him. "It'll be fun! Besides, I'm your friend and I'm going." His hands slide down to mine as he gives me puppy dog eyes. I couldn't believe that he said he was my friend. I sigh, giving into his puppy dog eyes.

"Fine, I'll go with you."

"Great!" He jumps. "It's a date!" He says unconsciously. "I-I mean it's not a date, we-we're just-"

"Friends." I smile at the fact that I have a friend.

"Yeah." He says softly and smiles back. "So I'll meet you there?"

I nod then he walks off, but I could've sworn I saw him skip a step.