[October 21st, 2019]
Riley's POV
I waited for Lucas to walk into school. He finally did. He walked up to me.
"Hey Riley," he said, kissing me on the cheek.
"Hey," I said. "Can we talk? In private?"
"Yeah, sure," he said. We went to an empty classroom. I closed the door. "So, what's up?"
"I need to tell you something," I said.
"Why you've been someone else lately?" He asked.
"Kind of," I said. "After we got back together, I guess I felt like I had to control things, or it'd go wrong. But it didn't work, it did go wrong."
"What went wrong, Riley?"
"We did, I did, and it's all my fault," I said. "And I ruined everything."
"Riley, we're still together," he said. "It's hard, but we just need to get back into the groove."
"We can't, Lucas, it will never be exactly the same," I told him. "Especially after what I did."
"Riley, you can change the control-freak thing," he said. "Especially since you recognize it as a problem."
"That's not what I'm talking about," I said. "I did something horrible." I looked away. I can't believe I'm about to tell him this, I thought.
"What could you have possibly done that is horrible?" He asked. "You're Riley Matthews." I started getting tears in my eyes. "Did I make you cry? I didn't mean to."
"No, Lucas," I said. "I'm crying right now because I hate myself."
"Riley," he said. He hugged me.
"I cheated on you, Lucas," I said. He let go and looked at me.
"What?" He asked.
"I was angry and upset, and it just happened," I said, crying. "It was the day after you told me you didn't want to marry me. I didn't mean for it to happen, but I didn't stop it." He sat down in one of the chairs.
"Please tell me it was just a kiss," he pleaded. "Tell me you didn't…because we promised...Tell me you didn't give him…" He was starting to tear up. He couldn't even finish a sentence.
"I can't," I said. "I'm sorry. It didn't mean anything."
"Is that why you wanted to rush into marriage?" He asked. "You couldn't wait?"
"No, Lucas, that's not why at all," I said. "I didn't want you to go to Texas. I thought if we got married, you'd stay here with me like my mom did for my dad."
"You're mom decided on her own to stay, she proposed to him," he said. "You tried to manipulate me into staying here. That's wrong, Riley. I don't know you anymore, this isn't you."
"I'm sorry, Lucas," I said.
"I need time to think, Riley," he said. "I need space."
"I understand," I said. He walked out of the room.
Farkle's POV
Lucas and Riley didn't show up to Mr. Matthews' class. In art class I decided to ask Riley what happened. Lucas didn't show up to this class either.
"Why weren't you in your dad's class?" I asked.
"I had to take care of stuff," she said.
"Morning class," Mr. Jackson said. "It appears Mr. Friar has went home sick today. So if anyone will give him the homework tonight, that would be very kind of you."
KC's POV
Farkle and I went to work after school. Both Riley and Aaron were working.
"Hey Katy," Farkle greeted my mom as we walked in.
"Hey Farkle," she said. "You two have some requests." She lifted up a bowl with some papers in it.
"Are some of those yours?" I asked her.
"Maybe," she said. We set up the equipment and started playing.
Farkle's POV
Lucas came in and ordered a smoothie at the counter. I grabbed the next request and showed KC. Don't Throw It Awayby the Jonas Brothers. We started playing. Riley went to the back.
(Farkle, KC, Both)
Take pictures out of all the frames/ Pack up your love with all your things/ See if it helps, give it a week/ I bet no one else gets you like me/
'Cause I know you think you're better off without now/ Sayin' all you need is space, baby, we can work this out
But don't throw it away this time, just take a little time to think/ Don't throw it away, it's fine, just don't forget to think of me/ Don't throw it away, your mind is messin' with your head again/ Instead of walkin' away you should give it a break, 'til we know what to say / Don't throw it away
Don't save the words 'til it's too late/ I know it hurts and that's okay/ If it's too much to open up, then give it time/I see it in your eyes so let's sleep on it tonight
'Cause I know you think you're better off without now/ Sayin' all you need is space, baby, we can work this out
But don't throw it away this time, just take a little time to think/ Don't throw it away, it's fine, just don't forget to think of me/ Don't throw it away, your mind is messin' with your head again/ Instead of walkin' away you should give it a break, 'til we know what to say/ Don't throw it away
Take your time-time, take your time, don't throw it away/ Take your time-time, don't throw it away, yeah/ Take your time-time, take your time, don't throw it away, yeah/ Take your time-time, don't throw it away
Don't throw it away this time, just take a little time to think/ Don't throw it away, it's fine, just don't forget to think of me/ Don't throw it away, your mind is messin' with your head again/ Instead of walkin' away you should give it a break, 'til we know what to say/ Don't throw it away
Lucas thanked Katy for the smoothie, looked at the door to the back, and left. Is something going on with Lucas and Riley? I thought. I thought he was sick. I went to the back.
"He's gone, Riley," I said.
"Hmmm?" She said pretended she doesn't know what I'm talking about. "Who?"
"Lucas," I said. "Your boyfriend, who you just avoided for some reason. What's going on?"
"Nothing," she said, passing me.
"Then why did he pretend to be sick to leave school?" She went back to the front. I followed.
"Fine, don't tell me," I said. "It's your business. I just don't like seeing things wrong with my friends."
"Then go blind to it," she said.
"You know I can't do that," I said.
"Hey Farkle, I'm getting off now," KC said.
"Tell Aaron I hope they win," I said.
"Will do," she said. "Love you." She kissed me on the cheek.
"Love you too," I said.
KC's POV
Aaron's team were ahead by two points. He really seems to like soccer. He had the ball and was kicking it while running towards the goal. One of the kids on the other team, that had to be 6 or older, ran up next to him and pushed him down. The kid took the ball and made a goal. I stood up, outraged.
"Hey, that was a foul!" I yelled.
"Shut up," a lady behind me said. "If you'd feed your kid, he wouldn't have been pushed down." I turned around. She must have been at least 40.
"Excuse me?" I asked sternly.
"Your kid is a stick, what do you expect?" I gritted my teeth. "My Ricky wouldn't have been able to push him down if you fed him."
"He happens to eat a lot," I said. "His metabolism is just fast, it runs in our family. Also, I'm sure your kid is too old to be on this team. It's supposed to be 3 to 5 years old."
"He's 6," she said. "And I'm good friends with the coach."
"Well, I don't appreciate people that raise bullies," I said.
"My son isn't a bully, you're kid's just weak," she said. "How old are you?"
"I'm nineteen, almost twenty," I said. "And my son is not weak."
"So, you were a tramp," she said. I squeezed my water bottle. "No wonder he's weak, like mother, like son." I held back my urge to punch this woman straight in the face. "You know kids learn from their parents, right? He's going to be a nobody, like you."
"Hey, are you KC from Topanga's, you know part of F.K.C?" A teenager asked me.
"Yeah, I am," I said.
"Can I get your autograph?" she asked. "I love seeing you perform!"
"Sure," I said, signing her notebook. I was baffled.
"Thank you so much!" she said. "I can't wait to see where you two go! Oh and your son is so cute!"
"Thank you," I said. "That means a lot." The girl walked away, happily. I smiled at Ricky's mom. She was wrong.
"Push him again, Ricky!" The lady shouted. "Show him who's boss!"
"Leave my son alone," I told her sternly.
Aaron's POV
Ricky pushed me down again. I got back up.
"Stay on the ground!" He yelled at me.
"No, my mom told me to always get back up," I said. "Just play. Stop being mean!" I started running after the ball again. I looked back and he was running after me, not the ball. I made the goal and jumped, happily, looking at my mommy.
"Aaron!" she yelled. Ricky tackled me and started hitting me.
KC's POV
I ran onto the field and pulled that lady's kid off of Aaron.
"Sweetie?" I said. "Are you okay?" He shook his head. His nose was bleeding. I pulled out my handkerchief and told him to pinch the bridge of his nose and hold the handkerchief under his nose, like I had taught him before. I picked him up. I could hear the other team's coach yelling at the lady.
"No, this is the last straw!" He yelled. "That kid could have a concussion! Your kid is off the team! That's final!"
I got Aaron into the car and drove straight to the hospital. The doctors did an MRI and told me that he has a concussion. They told me he could go home, but I have to keep a close eye on him. They told me if he exhibited any serious symptoms, to bring him back. Farkle came over after I texted him what happened and told me he'd watch over him while I got some rest.
Author's Note: Have any of you ever met someone like this soccer mom? I have, rude people. People that allow their children do you whatever they want, like this, and attack other parents.
When I was younger, people would accuse my parents of starving me because I was really skinny and had a fast metabolism, but I was 2.5 months premature (1 pound 9 ounces when I was born) and have always been small for my age. I'm finally, at the age of 22, around the weight I'm 'supposed' to be. I always been pretty much healthy all my life. People still confuse me for a 13 to 17 year old, though, haha. Guess it's a blessing.
