The Outsiders ✔️RUCAS

What The?

Lucas's pov
Riley has been sick for a week now. When I text her, she doesn't reply back. I Entered the classroom talking to Farkle and Smackle.
"Riley been sick for a week now, do you think she's lying?" Smackle said holding Farkle's hand.
"Maybe she seems fine when I come to the bay window yesterday." I told her. "But why?"

As I entered the classroom. Riley came in, dressed in a black dress up to the knees with long black sleeves. Sitting at her seat.
"What the." I said. "Riley what are you wearing?"
"Life is what we do between nothing." Looking at me without that goofy face of her.
"I have been it New York for three years now, is this a New York thing?"
Maya then came in. "Um, Maya what is Riley like this?" I whispered at her.
"I have no idea. I came to her room, she called me a bully and here we are!"
Class started. Mr. Matthews came to the room, first seeing Riley's new look.
"Um. This is normal, right?"

"Anyways, the bottom-"
"This isn't you, Riley! What's wrong?" Maya interrupted
"I'm the girl who no one should even notice!"
"Riley, what's going on?" Farkle asked worried about this.
"Yes, Riley this isn't you." Zay also asked
"You tried to END your life this morning!!" Maya told the truth. "Using a knife to make cut marks on your wrists! Why?"

Everyone was in shock, a phone than alarmed us again it was Riley's.
"I need to go." Riley left the classroom with only her bag and phone.
I raised my hand.
"Lucas go." Mr. Matthews said.
Leaving the classroom with my bag.
"Riley! I need to talk to you!" I said running towards her.
"Leave me alone Lucas!" Riley said with tears in the eyes. She hugged me. "Please,"

Instead she handed me her phone seeing all of the hateful text messages that she has been getting.
Riley tried to commit suicide, I think that's the only thing she committed to the world.
Riley Matthews is a pain in the ass, she a piece of shit and waste of life handed down.
She deserves to die it not that people will even caring about her. In fact everyone would be grateful that she's dead.
I wrapped her in my arm not knowing what she had been thought.
"You can't tell anyone." She told me, hugging me tighter and tighter.