The girl of his dreams. |Rucas/Lucas/Riley.

Lucas Friar you are the worst guy ever.

I apologize in advance if this series or whatever it is sucks, I'll try to make it good but no promises, Im not used to really writing fanfic's but bare with me.
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"Missy, I just don't commit alright?" Lucas bluntly spoke, digging his hands into his jacket pockets. "You knew this when we started this cute little game but it's over now and I'm bored with you." He knew exactly what to say to get rid of leeches like missy Bradford, in fact he was an export at breaking hearts left and right. He had the reputation of being a heart breaker and everyone knew it but the ladies came anyways, they all hoped they could tie him down. He was untamable but he wasn't going to tell them that, now was he?

"Lucas Friar, you are the worst guy ever." She snapped, grabbing her strawberry smoothie into her hand before popping the lit and dumping it all over his head. With that, she turned on her heels and stormed out of the smoothie joint.

Every time he hoped they wouldn't make a scene, they always did. That's why he brought them here, where the manger and the workers knew him. "You'll never learn Friar." One of the waitresses came over and gave him a cloth to clean himself up.

"It's not my fault, they keep coming." He chuckled, getting up from his seat," tell joe I'm sorry about the mess again." He ran the cloth through his short tapered haircut, tossing the cloth onto the table and headed out the joint.

He pulled out his phone and begun texting some of his next victims as he headed towards the main sideways towards his and his mothers loft. No matter how long he'd been in New York he would never get used to how busy it always was; not like when he lived in Texas. It was quite most of the time, he held his head down while he read the text he'd just received from his best friend Billy without paying any attention to the red walk light. He's attention snapped to the loud honk of a car that was speeding and before he knew it, his head was colliding with the windshield of the car and that was the last thing he remembered.

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"We are at the scene where a young teen was tossed 15 feet into the air and we aren't sure if he'll make it." A news reporter spoke into her microphone while talking into a camera." We have an update on the teens state, we've just heard he is in critical conditions and is being transported to the nearest hospital Immediately."

"I'm fine, guys I'm alright!" Lucas tried speaking to the reporter, frustrated that he couldn't get any of their attention. He walked towards the stretcher they were halting away. A lamp formed at the back of his throat as he stared at himself, he wanted to yell or cry but he couldn't. He just stared into the lifeless body, his lifeless body, soon his legs moved backwards and he didn't know how he was moving away but he was. A familiar cry snapped him out of the shock he seemed to be in.

"My baby!" His mother cried, pushing against the officers until they let her through to his side, a loud whimper escaped her mouth before she covered it with her hand and all he wanted to do was hug her, tell her that everything was going to be okay.

"Mom! Momma!" He didn't care who heard him call her his secret nickname, his eyes started to sting a little where he held back the tears and he stumbled onto the ground before he could get to his mother.

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"Fell asleep again Mr.Friar?" The teacher shook his head," If you don't start paying attention I'll never be able to help you, please get back to your sit."

"S-Sorry sir." He stuttered, getting off the floor and sitting back on his chair, he wiped the sweat off his forehead. It was just a dream, just that but nothing's ever felt so real.

"So I have some news class, as you all know." He paused to make sure everyone in the class was paying attention, when he confirmed that he had the classes attention," I have a daughter and she's in this grade, I kept her at bay because I didn't want her in public school surrounded by guys." He cleared his throat when he caught Lucas anxiously tapping his foot down against the ground. "Am I keeping you from something Mr.Friar?"

"What? Oh yeah, my life." He remarked, leaning back against his chair but he just couldn't shake that feeling off of the awful dream he'd had.

"Right, so back to what I was saying, my daughter is going to be joining us and I need someone to show her around, ms.Hart?"Mr. Matthews asked hopeful, the last thing he wanted was for her to say no and he'd have to pick a guy to show his baby around.

"Goody, another Cory Matthews." She sarcastically said, shrugging her shoulders before speaking." Not like I have a choice anyways."

"No, you don't so after lunch."

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"Mom, thank you for getting dad to finally let me go to public school."

"Oh sweetie, you know he only did it for your own good." Topanga sighed, soothing her daughters anxiousness.

"Yeah right." She looked around the office, getting a better view of the place. She didn't wanna admit it but she was excited to start regular school, even if she'd have to see her father all the time.

"Matthews?"

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Cliffhanger because it just is.
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