Hey you guys, it's 24th November, right? PEYTON MEYER'S BIRTHDAY. :D :P Happy 17th, Peyton!

So you guys were confused about the no fluff thing? Well, I'm SO SORRY I SAID THAT. I honestly meant it at the time, but then I actually thought about the plot, and realized how boring the story would be without Rucas.. so there ya go. Crappy explanation. But still an explanation. Not for long though :(

CrazyMeReally: HAHA XD that swag though…

ausllyraura23: lol, read the explanation above. Btw, you're from India right? Which part are you from?

DuskWolf713: happy to explain :) Riley said she would sleep with Farkle because she thought it was both cute and stupid how they were both arguing over her. Maya and Lucas thought it wasn't fair, so they flipped a coin. Maya was heads. Lucas was tails. Whoever wins gets to room with her. Lucas won :D

nona-lovato: By your name, I'm guessing you're a demi fan? WOW. I AM TOO. And is that Joe Jonas on your pro pic? *_* :D

Belle Goode: yay, the flip and coin game :) xD

Stop.

"Sam: "You—you greatly overestimate my self-control."
Grace: "I'm not looking for self-control."
― Maggie Stiefvater, Shiver

Riley yawned, waking up to the sun. A heavy arm was secured around her, keeping her in place. Waking up the arms of the person you love is the best feeling ever.

But as much as she liked his warm embrace, she decided it was time to get up. At first, she tried shuffling and wriggling her way out, but Lucas only shifted slightly, and the grip around her waist got even tighter.

"Time to get up." She whispered. He groaned, and his voice made her go weak at the knees.

She didn't struggle anymore, but instead turned on her side and her gaze lingered on his face. She didn't know how a person could be so beautiful. So beautiful, and love someone like her.

Her finger grazed his soft, full lips. His eyes still closed, he whispered, "Like what you see?" His voice was thick and husky. God, how could he be so sexy, especially in the morning?

"Meh. I've seen better." Came her reply. Now, his eyes opened. He let go of her and she ducked under the covers. He chuckled before pulling them away.

"Oh you're going to get it now."

He tried pulling the covers away, and succeeded for a moment, before Riley tried to snatch it back. He balled up the blanket and moved it away from her grasp.

She finally got a hold of it, but to her dismay, he rolled them both out of the bed and a heap on the floor. "You're so annoying." She said. His weight was on top of her and she was almost suffocating. If she was close enough, she would have grabbed the sterling while curtains flowing down like water, and prayed they were strong enough to hold her weight as she hauled herself up. But she wasn't.

He grinned mischievously and placed both his arms on either side, kissing her jaw.

"Get off me." she snapped.

"Make me." he smirked.

She thrashed around, but he only held her closer. Finally, he kissed her.

Their mouths were pressed together and her heart was racing. Beating even louder than before. She stopped lashing around. Stayed still and tried to enjoy it while it lasted.

Don't do it. The voice in her mind told her. You'll never be good enough. Ever. Stop before it's too late.

She listened to the voice this time. This perfect guy in front of me. He deserved way better.

She finally composed herself. "We should stop." She whispered. His eyes were still closed.

"Why's that?"

"Stop." She repeated, a tear running down her face. He looked at her with a confused expression before he slowly lifted himself off of her.

"Riley, what's going on?"

She shook her head. "Nothing. I'm sorry." She didn't wait for his reply before rushing downstairs.

Farkle and Zay were at the table, both munching on toast for breakfast.

"Hey, Riley." Said Zay as she entered. She waved back. She could do this. Hide her emotions. She had done it countless times before. Now was no different.

"Where's Pappy Joe?" Surely he couldn't be sleeping. For a countryside resident, he was supposed to be up by now.

Zay shrugged. "Making bets for the bulls." He passed her the toast, along with jam and butter.

Farkle had dark circles under his eyes. "Farkle, didn't sleep last night?"

Farkle shook his head. "Try sleeping in the same room as Maya. Her snores kept me up all night."

Lucas came in and took a seat next to Riley. His face was hard and showed no signs of emotions. He did, however, grab her hand firmly under the table.

She tried to yank it away but he kept a strong grip. She bit her lip, trying to beg him with her eyes to let go, but he did little as acknowledge her.

Why was she here anyways? She didn't even want to eat. But she couldn't back off now, and if she refuses to eat, Lucas would get even angrier and force-feed her.

So she smeared some jam on her bread – with was really hard to do with one hand- and took a couple of bites.

"I'm done." She said to Lucas, indicating that he should let go of her hand.

He didn't. "That's not enough."

"Yes it is." She tried squirming her hand away. That didn't go well. His grip tightened further, and Riley was afraid he would leave marks.

She sighed and finished her piece of toast.

Lucas's eyes softened and he finally let go of her hand.

She immediately got up.

"Where are you going?" asked Farkle.

She shrugged. "Do my hair or something." What she actually did was go to the bathroom which was linked to her room, shut the door and purge.

For those of you who don't know the meaning of purge (I'm not calling you stupid in any way) , in the context, it means puke.