PUBERTY 5

Hi, all! Thanks again for sticking around and reading my story and for the comments and favorites! It means a lot! I'm sorry that my last chapter took so long, it's just with school, the play I'm doing, and a job, I've got a lot on my plate. :( So updates were infrequent, but I am back from my semi-hiatus!. On another note, I've been spending a lot of time on Wattpad simply because I like the formatting better. My Wattpad is- ThePhantomRunner. Updates may be more frequent on Wattpad due to the convenience of the app. Anyway, this book is going to skip around a LOT, simply because puberty takes a while and I wanted to write about Riley's whole experience as a teen. This chapter takes place in the middle of sixth grade after disgust clicked the first two buttons. It's really just a filler and I don't like it much. Anyway, ENJOY ?

"MOM. Can I go shopping with Jamie today?" Rileys said, inspecting herself in the mirror. She had actually grown a little, she was 4'8 and her pants hem were beginning to expose a little too much of her ankles.

"You have hockey practice today!" Her mom called back.

"I know, after hockey?" Riley said grabbing a training bra and slipping it over her head. Every week Rich Jamie would go shopping and get a ridicules amount of clothing. Jamie and Riley were polar opposites, and Riley would never usually go shopping. But she needed it. She had to resort to wearing skirts because her pants were getting to short and people would notice, and make side comments. She hated skirts.

"Um. I'll think about it." Her mom called back up.

"Mooommmmm" Riley groaned pulling on a pair of capris and a green shirt. "I have to wear capris, in the winter because my pants don't fit." She rode the banister down the stairs "I hate shopping and you know I wouldn't go unless I needed to."

Her mom looked down at Riley's short pants pants while she turned around to pack her bag for Hockey.

"Hmm, fine, I'll call Jamie's mom and see if that's fine. I want you home before 4:00."

"Oh, don't worry. Her butler will probably be there." Riley rolled her eyes and grabbed an apple off the counter.

"Alright, girly. Hurry up. You'll be late," her mom pressed a quick kiss to her head.

"Okay, bye mom." Riley bit into her apple and walked out of the back door.

Riley sprinted to catch the bus, but she made it in time and was there for practice. It was a strenuous practice, and she kept getting pains in her leg and her right arm. Her mother, and the doctors, explained that it was growing pains.

After practice, she ran into a boy on her way out. The same boy she ran into a few years ago. She'd seen him at practice multiple times, but every time she saw him, he'd run into her then stutter out something that isn't known to the human ears. He wasn't on her team, but he was in the same facility. She knew his name was Doug, but she didn't know if he knew hers.

"Hey, Doug. What's up?" She asked when her head ran into his neck. He was one of those extremely uncoordinated, tall people who were just loose and lanky.

"Um. Hi. Riley. Um." He stuttered out, turning red. So he did know her name. Cool.

"Um, let me help you." She offered looking at the scattered mess the collision had caused.

"Uh, no it's fine, I've got it." He picked up a stack of a papers that looked like his homework, Only to drop half of it on the floor again.

"Here," Riley chuckled, bending over to pick the paper up. Unfortunately, he had the same idea and their head banged together.

"Sorry!" Doug said as she said "ow!" At the same time

"Sorry, oh my god, I'm so, so sorry!" Doug said, his cheeks red.

"Nah, it's cool. Here you go," she said handing him his papers. "See you Saturday," she said as to him before she turned around, and left the facility.

When she got outside, the cool wind beating against her face, she noticed Jamie's sleek black car in front of the building. Here we go.

Jamie's butler, William, stepped out of the car to get the door, but Riley shook her head "I've got it, thanks" she was perfectly capable of opening a car door, she didn't see how others could do something so simple for someone else.

"Hey, Jamie. Sorry I'm late," Riley said as she slid into the back seat,

"Late? Ri, you kept us waiting for five minutes, does it look like I've got all the time in the world? That's five minutes I could have been using to buy new shoes or something."

Riley rolled her eyes "Sorry. I stayed back because I ran into someone, and wanted to help pick up their books"

"You can't just do that; especially when you have a friend waiting for you. It was more than likely their fault, so you ask if they are okay, and your life proceeds on."

Riley rolled her eyes "Thanks for the ride" she said changing the subject.

"Oh, no worries, darling." She pushed her shades down her nose to inspect Riley's outfit. Riley didn't understand why Jamie was even wearing sunglasses, it was the middle of February, the sun wasn't anywhere to be seen, and the ground was covered in a thin layer of snow. "To say I was surprised when your mum called about you coming is an understatement."

Riley rolled her eyes "yeah, well desperate times call of desperate measures."

"I'll say! Riley, let me just buy you a whole new wardrobe!"

"Would you still like to go to Nordstrom, Miss Jamie." William asked politely, not waning to interrupt their conversation.

Jamie paused for a second and tapped the arm of her sunglasses on her chin. "Hmm, you know, I'm leaning to Bloomingdales. We should go to-"

"Wait. I thought we were going to the mall?" Riley stopped her

"I mean we were, but that stuff is so cheap and tasteless. I wanted a new pair of leather boots."

"Jamie, I only brought fifty dollars." She complained

"Fine," she huffed "But, it anything is broken, ripped or tattered, you can't tell me i didn't say so"