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Riley finished packing her books into her backpack before shutting her locker door closed. She quickly adjusted her t-shirt and adjusted her yoga pants before walking over to her friend Maya. "I don't know how much longer I can do this school thing, Riles," Maya groans as Riley approaches her.

"It's November. Thanksgiving will be right around the corner."

"And your birthday," Maya quips. "You'll be 18, have your own car, and I can stop driving you everywhere," she nudges Riley's shoulder.

"Thanks. You still don't know what to get me for my birthday, don't you?"

"Not a clue," as Maya slams her locker door closed with a smirk on her face. "Topanga's after school?" They both start walking away to their first period class.

"School just started, so that's one." They share a giggle, "and you have to record for me today. Randy says me trying to use a tripod to record isn't working. So when I send it to him, he says it's always blurry and he can't see me half the time." Maya lets out a groan.

"Why do I have to do everything for you?" Maya jokes. Riley let's out a laugh, but it hitches when she spots the person in front of her.

Lucas Friar.

Starting quarterback. Star basketball player. Starting pitcher. Mr. Perfect. His body perfectly chiseled, his long-sleeved shirt about to bust at the seams. He laughed along with his fellow teammates and other girls whose clothes told them that they were asking for it. His smile turned her insides to mush. His green eyes were like looking into a forest. That's probably why Riley's favorite color was green. Her crush since 7th grade when she fell in his lap on the subway. But after 7th grade, he didn't even know she existed. The whole school didn't.

She was Ms. Nobody. The girl with the good grades, average family, her parents being America's Sweethearts. Known as Maya's friend, or nerd, people never got the idea out of their heads that she used to wear glasses. But that was it. They didn't know a Riley, even her partner in science didn't know her name. That's when reality hit her, she tore her gaze off of her crush to the floor. It was a stupid imagination.

Because people like her don't end up with people like him.

Maya noticed her friends sudden quietness, "Riles?" She looked up and saw Lucas with his friends, or douchebag assholes as Maya called them, and she understood. "Come on, I can't believe I'm saying this," Maya's voice raised at the last few words, "but let's go to class." She linked her arms with Riley, who broke her gaze from her floor and looked at Maya. Riley gave her a smile as the walked off to class together.
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"Ladies," Farkle says as he sees the two friends enter the class room.

"Farkle." The girls take their seats.

"Why you here so early?" Maya raised an eyebrow at Farkle.

"First off, great grammar." Riley stifles a laugh before bursting out into laughter. What help was that they were the only students in the class. Oh well. "Second, I am Farkle," he waves his arms around like a... Farkle.

"Please, don't wave you're arms around like that," Maya whines.

"What like this?" He waves his arms around while doing crazy things with his legs. Riley can't help but burst into laughter while Maya sits at her desk confused.

"What is that? You look like Michael Jackson."

Riley gasps, "That is so not Michael Jackson. That's a disgrace to Michael Jackson."

"Like you could do any better," Farkle's teases giving Riley a light punch on the arm. Riley gets up and looks at the clock. 5 Minutes till class started. Wow, we got here really early. Riley shakes the thought out of her head and stands in the open area of the classroom. She pulls out her phone and starts to play Man in the Mirror and skips to a certain section of the song. Adrenaline build in her body as the beat of the music plays. She closes her eyes, crosses her legs, swiftly spins in a quick circle. She drops to the ground, sliding on the floor on the floor rockstar style and leans back fully on the floor trying to catch her breath. "How you do that?" Farkle asks in complete shock.