A/N: so sorry this took so long my schedules been ridiculous and I ran out of ideas and I'm just so sorry I hope this is a good chapter. Please read and review!
It's been two weeks since Riley started school. No one has tried making friends with her after Lucas. Except for one boy. He's in her English class and her stats class. He's like her. Sits in the back. Wears lots of dark clothes. Doesn't talk.
In a way, they connected. Without saying a word to each other, they began sitting next to each other in classes. They exchanged exasperated glances when someone said something stupid. They were practically one in the same. Riley remembered his name was Charlie from their one conversation.
Today, as Riley walks into school with her black joker shirt that said "Why so serious?", her dark purple pants, and the classic combat boots, she heads to her locker with beats on. Most people would assume that she was listening to Metallica or Slipknot, but she was listening to her usual playlist, which generally contained Bastille and Imagine Dragons. She pulls out her stuff for class, goes in and sits down next to Charlie.
"Hey," Riley hears from behind her. This kind of startles her, considering no one ever talked to her. Turning, she realizes Charlie is the one that spoke.
"Hi?" She says tentatively. Why is he talking to her? She doesn't get it.
"So I know we've never really spoken before, but would you like to hang out sometime? It doesn't have to be a date, it can just be two people spending time together. We can go see a movie... or something." Riley stares at him in shock, confused. She glances around when she feels eyes on her and notices Lucas looking away as she turns.
She turns back to Charlie and on a whim that seems to come from nowhere, says, "Sure Charlie, sounds like fun." She makes sure not to say anything about the date part.
"Cool. Tomorrow?"
"Sure, whatever works." Riley decides that she might as well have a little fun while she's stuck here. The bell rings and Riley turns to face the front, taking notes on the Pythagorean theorem.
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It's Friday night and Riley hears the knock on the front door. Her parents are out tonight and she didn't tell them about her whatever it is with Charlie. She walks to the door in her black long-sleeved sweater with the lace back, dark blue jeans and, of course, you guessed it, combat boots. When she opened the door, she was met with Charlie in a leather jacket and a Guns N' Roses shirt.
"Hey Riley. Ready to go? I thought we could go see that one new horror movie." Truth be told, Riley had never been a big fan of horror movies. She would never tell anyone, but she still loves Disney movies more than anything else.
Not wanting to seem lame, she says, "Yeah, sure, whatever you want." Charlie leads her to his car and opens the door for her. Even though he is being a perfect gentleman, Riley thought there was something off in his smile.
What are you talking about Riley? Stop being so paranoid.
She shakes her head and smiles at him, trying not to show her dread for the movie.