Hey guys it's Emma! Thank you so much for the kind reviews, the more reviews the faster I write. Also, in your review if you would leave critiques and opinions, things that you want to see, etc. How do you guys think the story is going so far and what do you think of the names at the bottom? Trust me, Riley's ideas can change though and probably will. Anyway...

Kisses,

Em

Farkle's POV

I've been watching this all go down from the sidelines and I have to say it is a very interesting point of view. I get to see Riley's emotions spilled out and Lucas trying to gather them up. I see Maya's dual struggles between wanting to help Riley and questioning if it was a bad time to start dating Josh. And Josh. Man, he was like watching a soap opera. One day he is happy and optimistic and casually slinging his arm around May's shoulders while the other day he's brooding and walking around Riley like he's her security detail and protecting her like she's glass and he's titanium. And then there is the Zay matter. Maya and I were the only ones that knew, I only knew because Mrs. Matthew's had been talking to Maya about it one day in Topanga's. Now, it is hard to even look at Zay, all I see is the bandana folded in his pocket that is hidden only by a thin layer of denim.

I don't know what to think at this point. About a month ago Riley had come to school with Lucas clinging onto his arm like he was a flashlight in a blackout, she flinched with every comment and didn't eat lunch. What had happened to elicit this.

So I just sat back in my chair with my beanie pulled down low and my eyes constantly shifting, taking in my surroundings, analyzing conversation, reading body movements. It was like our clique had cliqued into smaller cliques. Riley and Lucas were the Bonnie and Clyde, inseparable. Josh and Maya were the artistic cool kids who seemed to be bipolar. Then there was me, I was the rope tying us all together and surrounding us all. Then Zay, the drifter.

Here we were with a tornado trying to break us all up and we could do nothing but hope that we all ended up in OZ together.

Riley's POV

I pulled down my shirt as I looked in the mirror. I could swear that my thin 100 lb frame was showing but Lucas swore that he saw absolutely nothing.

What makes me more worried is that I am going to show. Maybe not now, but eventually. Then what would I do? Say, "Oh my stomach, I – uh - just uh put on a couple pounds." No, I couldn't just blow it off. And then what happens when there is an actual baby, what do I say then. "Oh this little hip accessories, yeah I got it from a garage sale."

And what about my friends. I couldn't force them into this situation; I couldn't just stick godmother and godfather labels on their lockers and hope that they would accept them.

And then there's Lucas. What was he supposed to do, sign the birth certificate? Regardless, we couldn't even pull that. The only thing that I remember about Him is that he was African American, that and he had a purple bandana hanging from the back right pocket of his jeans that fell as he fled the scene.

I was pulled back to the present when my phone buzzed, alerting me of a text from Lucas. He said that he was driving to school today so be ready in ten minutes.

I hastily threw on a pair of white slip-on vans with my destroyed ankle length jeans and my Calvin Klein crop top. With my hair in twin French braids halfway down my chest and a dash of mascara I was ready. Whenever Lucas said ten minutes it meant, "I'm here, but don't want to rush you." We had a nice routine down. He would pick me up, I grab us a bagel to split and each of us a to go cup of coffee, and we drive to school.

Today was no different. And so we continued the routine as we pretended that there wasn't something growing inside of me that came from a senseless crime.

Lucas's POV

I glanced up as the door to Riley's townhouse shut and Riley walked down the steps looking flawless as always. She swore that she had a bump but I saw nothing except for white fabric with black letters. That's all she ever wore nowadays. Black and white. When I would ask her about It she would make some stupid joke about "Black like my soul." And laugh it off. But it got me thinking, how much did this pregnancy affect her. She was the innocent one, the good girl of the school. How would she feel being the good girl gone hooker? Or at least seemingly hooker. They won't know the story. That's what the Riley Committee 2.0 is for.

Our little committee of sorts has transitioned from Pluto's de-planetization, to protecting Riley's rape. A very big difference if you would ask me.

Then there was the daily reassurance that Riley was eating. She would eat breakfast with me in the car and dinner with Maya who constantly ate over at their house. Ever since the incident went down I had been on high alert. Google had taught me that much, check the wrists and the elbow creases and the weight. If everything passes, you are out of the woods. You can paint with all the colors.

I had seen no colors, no rainbow.

I saw no knife but I saw no smile either, just the picture of the sonogram that Riley kept in the inside of her phone case and pretended not to look at.

I can't help but imagine what it would have been like if I hadn't seen that sonogram.

Scratch that, I don't want to imagine the pain that Riley would be going through.

"I've been thinking of names." Riley said, breaking me out of my thoughts.

"What?" I said confused, she had gone from hating this child to naming it.

"Yeah, I think it's going to be a boy." Riley said.

"Nope, it's a girl. I can feel it." I said with a low throaty chuckle.

"Alec, Jonathan, Jase, Knox, and Ryan," Riley said, "Oh and Dom." Of course, I thought, Riley would of course choose a mixture of classic and new.

"What about girls?" I asked.

"I don't really know, maybe Adeline or Emma. Or Zoë." She said.

"And…." I said leading Riley on. We both know what name I was talking about. Riley had found it by googling but was afraid to say if for fear that it was too out there.

"Maryse." Riley said while ducking her head.

"Jonathan Alexander and Zoë Maryse." I said with a smile.

"It's a deal." I said while shaking hands with Riley.