Riley's pov
Pulling away from Lucas the woman said,"Hey baby. Who are these people? Your brothers and sisters?" She seams like a dimwit. Pushing past Lucas she came into the apartment and came near Zack. "Hi. I'm Lily. I might be your new sister." The woman-Lily- said in a baby voice. "MOMMY!" Zack came running over to me. "Okay! That's it! Who are you and why are you here!!??!?" I stand up and yell. Lucas has a face of fear. I knew he did something days ago. Something he regretted. Something to do with this woman that showed up at my home. "Oh. You don't know? Lucas and I spent the night together. We connected. We're together." She spat at me. "Kids go to your rooms. Now." They all ran off. "Lucas? What is she talking about?" I ask afraid of what will come next. "I...I got drunk...and uh.... Woke up in a hotel next to her... And lied to you, to everyone, about where I was...." He stutters. "I loved you Lucas..." I say as a few tears fall, turning on my heals and walked into my room, locking the door behind me.
A/N PLEASE READ
I know multiple updates this week! And I know they are extremely short but I really wanted there to be cliffhangers and I don't know why. So that's that. Now, if your name is lily or Victoria or ANY name I have used I think your names are lovely. I don't mean to make it sound as a bad thing, the ones that are used as the antagonists, because they are the best thing in the world! I needed names and was watching tv and took character's names and someone's name that I know. I love all the names I chose, by myself. Even the ones from the shows bmw and gmw! Thank you so much for reading my story! Happy Labor Day everyone! (If you live in the U.S.) 😘😈😊😀🇺🇸 you guys are the best! Enjoy your week!
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The parent project| COMPLETED
FanfictionGirl meets world. They are now seniors in college. This project is worth half their grade. Maya and Farkle are partners and Lucas and Riley are partners. For the rest of the school year they will live in apartments with their partner and the kids th...
