Author's Note: So, this fanfic is Farkle's POV from when he met KC to when their relationship started.

In Mr. Matthews' class, he was doing a lecture (don't try to tell me that's not what it is; I'm a genius, I'd know) about how no one really knows anyone completely.

"Hello," Mr. Matthews said.

I looked at the door and saw a brunette. She looked a little older than us, maybe Lucas' age.

"Hi, I'm a new student," she told Mr. Matthews. "My name's KC."

I could hear a slight country accent peaking through her voice, reminding me of Mrs. Hunter's voice. Then I noticed she actually kind of looks like her in the face.

That's odd, I thought.

I noticed she was wearing a necklace of sorts, with a silver band on it.

"Well, KC, go ahead and take a seat between Maya and Marley," Mr. Matthews' said, nodding towards them. KC smiled as her eyes landed on Maya.

She took her seat.

"Hi," Marley told her, extending her hand, "I'm Marley."

I've never seen her this interested in someone before. Though, I never really got to know her, as she transferred out of Mr. Matthews' class early last school year.

Mr. Matthews' started teaching again, so I focused my attention on him. Then Maya said something.

"Why are you wearing a ring around your neck?" She asked.

I looked over in their direction. Maya was looking at KC.

"Maya, I was teaching," Mr. Matthews said, sounding slightly annoyed.

"Sorry, Matthews, I'm just wondering," Maya apologized, looking at him.

"Sir?" KC questioned, putting her hand up. Maya looked at her again.

"Do you want to answer, KC?" He asked her.

KC looked at Maya.

"Well…" she started, not taking her eyes off of Maya; she sighed, "If you must know…I was married."

My eyebrows furrowed.

"Married?" Maya asked what we were all thinking.

"Yes," KC said.

Marley looked at her confused.

"How old are you?" She asked.

KC looked at Marley.

"I'm seventeen, almost eighteen."

Riley chimed in.

"Then how old were you when you got married?" She asked.

KC looked down. She looked uncomfortable. Before I could cut in, Lucas spoke up.

"Guys don't bombard her with all kinds of questions," he said. "She's new here."

I nodded in agreement.

"Sorry, KC," Maya apologized. She really did look like she felt guilty.

KC looked at her like she had stabbed Maya in the chest. She looked like she felt guilty.

"It's fine Maya. I'm new," she said. "Of course you'd all have questions." She looked back at Lucas, then at Riley. She took a breath. "I was fourteen when I got married."

Everyone went silent. You could hear a pin drop and it would echo. All of us were shocked, at least I thought that, until I saw that Lucas and Zay didn't look anywhere near it.

"If you knew my past, you'd understand," she told us.

"Good point, KC," Mr. Matthews told her, "and thank you for bringing us to our homework assignment."

"Uhhh Matthews?" Maya whined. "It's the first day of school!"

I smiled and laughed to myself. I saw a humored look on KC's face as well.

"Well, Maya," he told her, with a smirk, "as I was saying before, everyone keeps secrets. Until you know everything about a person, you will never truly understand them."

"But Sir," Lucas said, "that's not possible."

Mr. Matthews explained that we all have secrets, even if we don't know that we do. I know that I've told my mom about liking music and maybe wanting it as a career, but I haven't told my dad. I don't know how he'd react. I know he wants me to take over his business when I get older, but I don't think I want that.

Mr. Matthews told us to reflect on our lives and think about anything nobody in the class knew about us.

After school, I went home. I stayed up thinking. At about five in the morning, I realized what it was. I went into school and went into Mr. Matthews' class after art. After Riley, I decided to go up.

"I'm Farkle Minkus," I said. "One thing you all don't know about me is that I almost died when I was little. I ran with scissors when I was three and ended up accidentally stabbing myself. Luckily, I got medical attention in time. I still have the scar on my abdomen."

KC went last. She pretty much told us her life story. She told us that her full name is Katy Carmela Friar. I looked over at Lucas.

Is she related to him? I thought to myself.

She told us that her mom was a teen mom and that they were both abused by her father and that he tried to make her mom have a miscarriage. She told us that she has a little sister that she hasn't seen in a long time, since her father forced her to move to Texas with him when she was five. She hasn't seen either her mother or sister since that day. Then she told us how she met Lucas and his brother, Jaxon. She told us that she and Jaxon started a relationship when she was eight and he was nine. It dawned on me that she probably married him, and that he was Josh's age.

She told us that when her father was arrested for child abuse, she was diagnosed with Leukemia the same night. She then told us that Jaxon proposed to her when she was thirteen after she was told she only had a few months left, and they got married when she was fourteen. Then she told us that after she miraculously went into remission, she found out she was pregnant. When she couldn't continue, Lucas told us that his brother died in a car accident on the day his son was born while headed to the hospital. She told us that after that, she had dropped out of school until now, most likely after she had finished the semester, to raise their son.

Where's her kid, then? I thought.

Marley pointed out that she had never said her maiden name. KC reached into her backpack and took out a paper. Even from my seat, I could tell that it was a birth certificate. When KC revealed it, it was Mrs. Hunter's maiden name. She handed the paper to Maya and told her that they were sisters. Then there was a knock on the door and KC was called out of the room. She came back a couple of minutes later with a blonde-haired, blue-eyed little boy. She introduced him as Lucas Aaron Friar. He ran to Lucas. I smiled. KC called him by his middle name and took him to meet Maya, telling him she was his Aunt Maya. Maya smiled as the little boy hugged her.

"Aunt," Maya said, looking and sounding amazed.

After class, in the hall, I was walking to art class, when I heard Maya and KC talking. I smiled.

"So, you were taken from a playdate with me?" Maya asked her.

"Yeah," KC answered her. "I've missed you and mom so much."

"What was Texas like?" Maya asked.

"It was…different from New York," she said. "It took some time adjusting to."

"Was Jaxon good to you?" Maya asked. "I'm guessing that's your wedding ring."

"Yes," she said. "He was there for me through everything. He was so ready for him. And yeah, it's my wedding ring."

"Where is Aaron, by the way?" Maya asked.

"Lucas took him to art class with him."

"We should get there," Maya said.

"Yeah," KC agreed.

I hurried to class.

After school, I went to Topanga's and ordered a smoothie. I looked at Mrs. Hunter as she was making the smoothie. I couldn't help but see her in a different light now. She had been a battered woman. She lost her daughter in one of the most fearsome ways any parent could imagine and she never saw her again. I wonder if she remembers KC. I can't believe that she would have ever forgotten her.

"Why are you looking at me like that, Farkle?" I heard Mrs. Hunter ask.

I snapped out of my thoughts. She was bringing my smoothie to me.

"Oh sorry," I said. "I was staring into space."

"Okay," she said. "So, how did my daughter's presentation go today?"

"Which-" I stopped myself. "Maya did great. She was the first one up."

"Well, that's ambitious of her," she said.

"Yeah," I said. "She told us about panic attacks she used to have."

"Yeah, they're really bad," she said, "She's had them since she was little."

"Wait, she still gets them?" I asked her.

"Once in a while," she said. "You should really talk to her about it."

"Have you ever kept a secret from her, Mrs. Hunter?" I asked her.

"I let her believe that I drove her father away, when he actually just left us," she said. "Why?"

"Anything else?" I asked.

"I don't like where this is going," she told me. "The only secrets I've ever kept from my daughter are the ones I want to protect her from."

I looked at her curiously. "Because she was broken?"

"Because I don't want to hurt my daughter with things that could hurt her anymore than she already has been," Mrs. Hunter told me. "What about you?"

I was confused. "What?"

"Have you ever kept a secret from her?" she questioned me.

"Well, I kept that skateboard from when she hurt herself at my eighth birthday party," I told her.

Mrs. Hunter nodded. "I remember her telling me that you showed it to her. Anything else?"

"I learned some things about the guys that approached them that day," I told M

"What guys?" she asked.

"A couple of goons approached them and offered to share their pizza with them," I told her. "When they, mainly Maya, rejected them, they got in Riley's face and I interfered and scared them away with a spider."

"So what did you know about them?" She asked me.

"They were notorious for hurting girls for rejecting them," I said. "At least that's what I heard."

"Hurt girls how?" she inquired warily.

I took a breath. "Violating them."

She sat down and shakily told me, "I can understand why you kept that from them."

"I know that would have terrified them if they found out," I said, "even though Maya would do her best not to show it."

"So, we both don't want to hurt her," she observed before standing and walking back to the counter. After I finished my smoothie, I paid and went home.

"Hey, how was school?" my mom asked me.

"Good," I answered, "We told everyone a secret about us in Mr. Matthews' class."

My mother looked at me with interest. "What did you tell them?"

"I told them about when I almost died," I told her.

My mom followed me as I walked into my room and took off my backpack.

"That was a scary day," she said, as the memory resurfaced. "We had to fire the sitter because she hadn't been watching you."

"How did you find out, anyway?" I asked her.

"I came home right after it happened," she answered. "Amanda was out on the patio, smoking. That's when I decided to stay home with you until you were about twelve."

"I'm sorry you had to stop working because of me," I told her, sitting on my bed.

"You have nothing to be sorry about, Farkle," she assured me as she sat next to me. "It was my choice to stay with you."

"I was the one running with scissors," I reminded her.

"I don't think we would have as good of a relationship if I hadn't," she responded. "I think it may have been a blessing in disguise."

"You mean like what I don't have with dad?" I asked. "I know he's been trying now, but it just feels like it isn't enough."

"He just has a lot on his plate," she excused him. "Sometimes it's too much, I know, but he's just trying to make money for us."

"We don't need all kinds of money," I protested. "Maya grew up with pretty much nothing. He didn't even know who she and Riley actually were when he went for career day in seventh grade."

"He-" she began.

"He doesn't pay attention to our lives, mom," I interrupted. "I've been best friends with them since elementary, I'd go over to their places for sleepovers, but he never noticed. You've always known. You've never been able to have another kid and he doesn't even pay attention to how much it kills you…or me."

"I didn't know that you knew about that," she admitted.

I looked at her intently. "I hear you cry sometimes, mom, even now. I heard you in the bathroom, so many nights, crying."

"It's that hard on you, too?" She asked me.

"Maya and Riley are my sisters," I replied softly, "but it hurts to know that I'll never have any biological siblings. That's something Maya and I have always connected on, that we don't have any siblings… at least ones that wanted her…that's what we thought, at least."

My mother looked at me questioningly "What do you mean?"

"You know that new girl I told you about yesterday?" I asked.

"Yeah," she answered.

"She's Maya's older sister," I explained, "and Lucas' sister-in-law." Mom looked at me curiously.

"Long story," I added

"Wow," she responded.

"She came all the way from Texas back to New York just so she could have a relationship with her," I told my mom. I smiled. "Maya's smile today was the biggest I've ever seen her have, especially when she met her little nephew."

"Maya's sister has a son?" Mom asked in surprise. "How old is she?"

"She's seventeen, almost eighteen," I told her. "Her son's like two, I think."

Mom nodded in understanding.

"She married Lucas' brother when she was fourteen," I continued. "She had cancer and was going to die, and that was the last thing she wanted."

"Her parents allowed that?" Mom asked incredulously.

"She was abducted by her father when she was five," I said. "He made her go to Texas with him. That's why Maya and Mrs. Hunter haven't seen her in so long. He got arrested when she was eleven, and Lucas' parents took her in. He abused her. I don't get how someone could do that."

"I've never understood that either," she agreed. "I wasn't the best person when I was younger, but I would never lay a hand on a child, let alone my own."

"Yeah," I said.

"You pay attention, son," she observed. "That's something I've always loved about you. You're a good friend, and I'm sure Maya's sister will find that out soon."

"Her name's KC," I told her. "It stands for Katy Carmela, and I hope she'll want to be friends with me."

"I'll be surprised if she doesn't," mom told me. She messed up my hair. I smiled at her. She stood up. "Dinner will be ready in fifteen minutes."

"Okay, love you, mom," I said with a smile.

"Love you too," she replied before walking out of my room.