Chapter 3

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RILEY

"Hey guys. I was wondering if you wanted to come to my basketball game on Saturday?" I asked when we paused the movie we were watching in their hotel room. Liam begged us to watch Toy Story, so we agreed.

"I'll go," Zayn answered first.

"I will if the others do," Liam said.

"Count me in," Niall stated.

"Sure," Harry exclaimed as Louis came back, where we were sitting, from the bathroom.

"What are we talking about?" Louis questioned, oblivious.

"Riley asked if we wanted to go to her basketball game on Saturday," Liam answered, before I could say anything.

"Oh, I'll go watch that," Louis said.

"Do you ever get hurt?" Niall asked.

"Sometimes. It can get really aggressive," I responded honestly. Louis laughed.

"Girls, aggressive," he exclaimed, disbelieving.

"Do you want to test that?" I ask, somewhat offended. He put his hands up in surrender.

"We still don't know much about you. We should play 20 questions," Zayn said.

"I'm fine with that," I respond shrugging my shoulders.

"What's your full name?" Niall asked.

"Riley Marie Jenkins," I answered.

"Favorite color," Liam.

"I don't have one," I shrugged my my shoulders; I tend to do that a lot.

"You have to have a favorite color," Louis.

"Fine, anything neon."

"Favorite number," Zayn.

"15."

"Why?" Harry.

"My birthday is June 15th."

"What kind of dog is Jacy?" Niall.

"German Shepard."

"How old is she?" Liam.

"Not even a year old."

"How did you get her?" Louis.

"She was a stray."

"How old are you?" Harry.

"18, almost 19."

"How tall are you?" Niall

"5 foot."

"Sorry to be back on the Jared topic, but how old is he?" Liam.

"23."

"Favorite music artist," Zayn.

"Either Zendaya, I don't care if she is younger than me, Bruno Mars, The Script, Little Mix, or Michael Bublé."

"Favorite song," Harry.

"Probably 'Hall of Fame' by The Script, 'Wings' by Little Mix, or 'Just The Way You Are' by Bruno Mars."

"Favorite animal," Louis.

"There are a lot to choose from. I like reptiles, rodents. Pretty much all animals."

"Favorite food," Niall.

"Dessert, bacon, nutella, or pizza."

"Right- or left-handed," Liam.

"Left."

"Friends," Zayn.

"Mitchell, Brooke, Cole, Kylee, Cailyn, Payton, Ashton, Tristan, Jake, Hunter, Ana, Noel, Carson, Riker, Jason, and Dylan."

"What grade are you in?" Harry.

"I have a couple days left in my senior year."

"Fears," Louis

"Public speaking and I am claustrophobic."

"Dislikes," Zayn.

"Being tickled, anything that annoys me, and if any of you annoy me, you will be on this list, um, and anyone who beats me in basketball, boxing, anything like that, then I will crush them next time."

"Last question, do you have a boyfriend?" Louis.

"No, I don't."

"Ok," Louis said, not sure if I was lying or not.

"I still have a couple more questions for you, if that's ok," Liam said. He's such a gentleman.

"Ok," I said, shrugging my shoulders.

"K, do you play any instruments?" he asked.

"I do. I play the flute, the piccolo, piano, and the drums. And I might play the guitar," I answered, muttering the last sentence.

"You play the guitar!" Niall is apparently really excited that I play the guitar. I nodded my head.

"What do you say your style is?" Liam asked.

"I don't know. I am a lot different from the rest of my school with style, so you could say unique, but you could also say things like casual, comfortable, etc."

"Got it. One last question, how did you get the scar on you face?" he continued with the questioning. I have a scar that starts at the right side of my forehead, and goes down the left side of my face and right next to my eye, down my cheek and jawline, all the down to the base of my neck.

"This is a bad answer, but I honestly don't know."

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A/N

If you are wondering, of her friends, who's a boy and who's a girl, the list is right here.

Boys:

Mitchell

Payton

Ashton

Tristan

Jake

Hunter

Carson

Riker

Jason

Dylan

Girls:

Brooke (Coley)

Cole (Olivia)

Kylee (Peyton)

Ana (Rachel)

Cailyn (Megan)

Noel (Kenzie)

And yeah.

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~Haley

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