𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 & 𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 ━ girl meets world²

8│LIGHTNING STRIKES THE HEART

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❛ ʟᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀ & ʟᴀᴄᴇ​​​​​​​​​​. ❜ ° . ༄
- ͙۪۪˚   ▎❛ 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ❜   ▎˚ ͙۪۪̥◌
»»————- ꒰ ʟɪɢʜᴛɴɪɴɢ sᴛʀɪᴋᴇs
ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ꒱


❝ I'D NEVER SEEN IT / BUT I
FOUND THIS LOVE, I'M
GONNA FEED IT / YOU BETTER
BELIEVE / I'M GONNA TREAT IT
BETTER THAN ANYTHING I'VE
EVER HAD ❞

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While Miya didn't think that Harper's claim of her loving books by the end of the year was possible, the extra help she was receiving from her 'cool' teacher was certainly making English easier than it had ever been before. Harper didn't even do popcorn reading, where the class led the recitation of whatever book they were currently studying and randomly called on a student to read the next passage. That had always been Miya's worst fear since she couldn't pre-read her section before she was called upon. The yellow overlay sheets and additional help during lunchtime were proving especially useful as they eased her anxiety about reading aloud in class.

Still, when Riley and Farkle walked down the hallway carrying large boxes filled with books— their yearbooks— her insides curdled as she remembered her least favorite page: the superlatives. In England, Jonah had always been voted most likely to succeed or smartest, while she considered herself lucky if the worst category she earned was most likely to never change at all.

Riley beamed at their classmates as she passed out the books. "Yearbooks! Find out who we are and what we really think about each other."

Maya turned to Lucas with a sly smile on her face. "You wanna know what I think about you?"

Lucas grimaced, knowing exactly where this was going. "No, I do not."

"But I wanna tell you," the blonde insisted as she jumped down from the half wall.

"I don't think you need to," Lucas protested, taking a cautious step back.

"I'm gonna do it anyway."

"Don't do it."

Maya closed the distance between them, backing him against the wall. "It's been a while."

"I'm asking you not to do it," he pleaded.

She simply arched a brow. "I'm gonna do it. You wanna run, or you want it straight in the face?"

The Texan glanced at their friends helplessly as she began humming a scale to warm up. "Well, I wanna run, but how would that look?" When he received no response, he added desperately, "you guys wouldn't judge me if I run, right?" When his question was ignored, he beseeched her, "come on, man. There's always another option."

Maya continued with another scale. Then, with a twist of her head to gear up for the eruption, she whipped around to face him with a forceful, "ha HURRR!" right in his face, so powerful it ruffled the ends of his hair.

He blinked as he recovered from the onslaught. "You okay now?"

She chuckled, pleased with herself. "That was good."

"You know else is good?" Riley asked not to be deterred from her original subject. "Yearbooks. All of our classmates say what they think of us."

"Yearbook, find out how we'll be remembered," Farkle agreed. He handed a copy to Lucas with a faux-irritated glare. "Guess what? You took another nice picture, you freak."

"Thanks, Farkle," the other teen acknowledged, bemused. He opened the book curiously. "How will you be remembered?"

"Did they do it to you again?" Maya wondered as she flipped through the pages of her version.