The rest of the week was alright, I guess. I talked to Isaac more and more everyday. He seems like such a lovely guy, but literally everyone has told me he is a bad guy. Like the other day, Niall called me up. He asked me why I was hanging around him and told me I should stay away from him. But half way through our conversation I realised something. Niall probably doesn't car who I hang out with, Harry is probably forcing Niall to call me and tell me to stay away from him. Wow, that's low. Even for Harry. I honestly don't know what people are talking about. I mean, sure I have only known Isaac for a week, but so far it's been a fantastic week. I look forward to coming to school and I look forward to seeing Isaac and that's about it. He is such a charming, sweet guy. Why can't anyone just understand how happy I am around him.
It's currently Friday afternoon and I'm in such a good mood. I honestly don't know why. I can't decided it its the fact that its finally Friday or that Isaacs party is tomorrow. OMG! Isaacs party is tomorrow. I DON'T HAVE AN OUTFIT!!!! I was freaking out. I ran into my closet and dug through all my clothes. I couldn't find anything. I through I better go raid Riley's closet. Making my way out of my room and into the hall way, I stopped right outside Riley's room and froze. I could hear crying. What?!? Riley never cries. She never has been much of a cryer. I have only ever seen her cry once in my life and that was when your hamster died. I was worried about Riley. Without warning, I pushed open her bedroom door to find her sitting by the corner of her bed crying, tissues scattered around her. "Riley" I breathed. It broke my heart seeing her like this. She was always so brave. So strong. Her bloodshot eyes shot up and widened when they made contact with mine. She casually wiped her tears away, smudging her makeup slightly. "Lexi, what are you doing" she tried to act natural and calm. "Riley, why are you crying" I asked slowly stepping towards her, to comfort her, to hold her. For all the times she has comforted me, held me, told me everything was going to be alright, sang to me, was always there for me. The least I could do was comfort her in this sad moment for her. Usually if someone tried to hug or comfort Riley, she would get really defensive and push them away, but in this one moment she let me wrap my arms around her and squeeze her tightly. Still hugging, we managed to slowly sit down on the couch. After a while, she pulled away. I asked what was wrong with her. Why was she crying. She let out a sad, shaky sigh. "Lexi, if I tell you, you swear you won't tell anyone. Especially mom and dad" she said, making my insides turn. I slowly nodded. "Okay, well you know Christian, the guy I have been dating for a little while now". I nodded. Christian wasn't much of a family kind of guy so we never saw much of him. "Well lately he has been angry and upset and I have tried to ask what's wrong but every time I do he either yells at me or worse" she stopped and swallowed. She looked like she couldn't talk. She looked sick, real pale. She breathed in and out a couple of times, slowly calming her a bit. "He hurts me" she spoke, her voice going all wobbly as she said to cry again. I couldn't move or speak. I was so scared right now. The thought of Riley getting abused sickens me. I was so angry. But right now I couldn't let Riley see how angry I was. I scotched closer to her and again, wrapped my arms around her shoulders. "Riley, I'm here for you. Please know that. You can tell me anything. But this isn't something you should be hiding. This is serious. He can't take his anger out of you when you have done nothing wrong. Riley, I love you so much, but I hate seeing you hurt. Please don't keep this a secret for any longer. He needs help. You need help" I explained, holding her hand. She smiled at me sympathetically. "I love you Lexi" was all she said.

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Changing
FanfictionWe all change. For better or for worse. For friends, for family, for happiness. But would you change for love. For a boy, for the boy. What would you do if you fell in love with the boy you thought you could never love. Changing, is it for better, o...