Hey everyone! I'm so sorry for not posting in a really long time. The fall semester of sophomore year of college is absolutely insane. I have had so much work to do lately and sports have left me with little to no time to do anything. Plus when I do have free time all I want to do is sit in my bed and watch Parks and Rec. So again I'm so sorry for the wait and even though I will try to be better I can't promise anything. This chapter's a little short because I found a really good spot to end it (sorry it's a cliffhanger) and so it's a little light but I hope you all enjoy it! I do not own Girl Meets World but I do wish everyone had a Happy Halloween!

Lucas' POV

I have not stopped smiling for the past two days. Something about talking to Riley, and not just talking for the sake of talking, but talking about things important to us, just seems to make everything better. I can't remember the last time I've had a deep conversation with someone. Not just a 'how's your day going', 'great weather we are having' kind of talk. My phone vibrates.

Riley: My favorite color is purple.

I laugh thinking about how the 'secret' Riley just told me today was not really something new about her. I could've told her favorite color was purple. Everything around her has some hint of purple to it. The decorations in her apartment. The icing of some of her cupcakes. The color of her apron. I've started taking more frequent trips to the bakery now. Stopping to pick up a coffee and talk to Riley for at least ten minutes each stop. I walk up the stairs to my office and say hello to the receptionist.

Honestly, the more I talk to Riley, the more I think this whole situation will be ok.

You know what they say about the calm before the storm? They lied. The storm is not proportionate to the calm. It's worse. Much, much worse.

It's officially one month out from the big day, which honestly Riley and I now laugh about and call Doomsday. Being that it is one month out though, means that the press is finally aware of Riley and my relationship. And so is the rest of the world. Our normal everyday tasks have become increasingly more difficult since the news released. Paparazzi tail us everywhere, to the point where we have had to increase security at both Riley's apartment and the bakery.

That's the other thing. Now that our engagement is officially public, our PDA act has had to increase tenfold. We are trying to create the whole 'star crossed lovers who brought two feuding companies together' sort of thing. So, naturally the rest of world, save our families and the heads of the companies, cannot know that this marriage is arranged. Therefore, our act in public must convey the right image to the paparazzi who follow us everywhere. Everywhere.

This just means long embraces, soft kisses on the forehead, always holding hands, and loving gazes at each other, which both Riley and I laugh about afterward in private. Speaking of private, ever since my accidental sleepover at Riley's two weeks ago, added to the fact that the paparazzi literally never leaves us alone, we have added a 'Lucas sleeps over at Riley's at least once a week' clause to our pre-marriage contract. Basically, it's just to keep up appearances. These nights just consist of Riley and I doing the same thing as the first sleepover. We watch movies, laugh a bunch, and talk for hours on end. Ironically, even though we have been spending all this extra time with each other we have not made any more decisions for our wedding than we have two months ago. Eh, we'll come around to it eventually.

Now through my recap of the past two and a half weeks, you may have thought that except for the paparazzi, this doesn't sound too bad. No, the worst part, I haven't gotten to yet. You see, the problem with releasing our engagement out to the public was not the paparazzi. It was those from my past who finally found out about the engagement that are creating the most trouble. Namely, my ex-girlfriend… Missy.

Being that we are now in the eye of the public, every event or gala that I must attend includes an invitation to Riley as well. At every event since the announcement though, Missy has somehow managed her way in.

Missy Bradford. An upper-class socialite from a wealthy family whom I met at an event quite like the ones I must attend now. But that was when we were younger, and Missy was forced to go to these events. Now she wouldn't be caught dead at these events unless there was a red carpet and an awards show or movie premiere to attend afterwards. Not to mention the fact that she has such a reputation to the point that these kinds of events don't even invite her anymore. My theory is that she sleeps with the guards to get in. Hey, it's what she did while we were dating.

At the past few events, I have seen her in the crowd lingering near me, getting closer every time. Immediately after the event, I receive text messages from her, telling me that she misses me and wants us to be together again, telling me the kinds of things she would do to me if we were together. With each event the messages become more numerous and desperate than the last.

Currently, Riley and I are at a Save the Turtles gala. There are some events that I don't subject Riley to because frankly they're boring as hell. But I know Riley well enough now that if I didn't bring her to an event like this, even if I didn't go myself, she would hit me repeatedly with a pillow. If there is one thing I know about Riley Matthews, it's that she loves animals and will do anything to protect them.

We make our way around the ballroom, stopping to talk to people, everyone loving Riley and her them. The two of us take some time to get drinks and food and sneak discussions with each other occasionally. Honestly the night was perfect so far and that's why I wondered where she was. I haven't told Riley about the whole situation yet because I didn't want to worry her. So far, I've told Missy to stop and that she was never getting me back, but it seems she hasn't gotten the message. The next time I see her I'm just going to march up and tell her there will never be anything between us. Speak of the devil.

I spotted her across the room, wearing a red dress so short I was surprised that you couldn't see her underwear, if she was even wearing any. Riley had just gone to the bathroom, so I thought this was as good of a time as any. I put down our champagne glasses at our table and made my way over to Missy, her eyes locked on me the whole time.

"Hi Lucas. Don't you look so handsome tonight, it makes me want to just eat you up. Why don't we get out of here and…"

"Missy listen," I start out, "We may have dated once upon a time but that is long over now. I have absolutely no feelings for you and I am currently in a happy relationship… with my fiancée. Now go home and don't ever text me, call me, or follow me again."

"Oh, Lukey. You know you don't actually mean any of that. You want to be with me again. I don't even know why we broke up in the first place."

"You cheated on me. Remember."

"But I've changed now. I've seen the error of my ways. Plus, it was only two times."

"There is nothing between us and there never will be. Now leave me and my fiancée alone."

"But what about all the fun we had. I'm sure I can be more fun than that Riley will ever be," she grazes my arm with her hand. "She's much too innocent. Lucas don't…" She turns her head to look at something to the side, but before I have the chance to see what she's looking at she grabs me by the neck and smashes my lips onto hers. God damn, her hand is like a vice grip on my neck. I push her away from me and look around.

There, a few tables away from me, stood Riley looking like an angel who had just fallen from heaven. All I could see was her face, full of shock and hurt. A single tear fell down her cheek before she turned and ran out of the ballroom.

3 weeks and 4 days before the wedding.