It's a Nightmare

Chapter Thirty- Two

Lucas

Riley and I walked into school, hand in hand. Automatically, her little blonde friend walked up to us.

"Riley, did you get yourself a boyfriend?" She asked, rather snootily. "That's new. When? How?"

I wanted to get out of here, "Babe, should we go to class?"

Riley shot me a glare. Brrr. "Lucas, baby. Go and sit down on the bench please. I'll be right there." She pecked my cheek.

"Of course Love." I sat, feeling ashamed. But of what, I didn't know.

Riley talked with her friend for another five minutes. I wanted to go up to her, but she had told me what to do. I just had to do what she said, for protection.

Finally, the friend walked away. And Riley walked over to me, arms crossed and glaring.

"Lucas, let's go. We have history." She grabbed my hand.

"Sit behind me today?" She asked. I heard the falseness in her voice. It was a command.

"Of course Love." She just wanted to protect me. I had to do what she said.

After history, was my science and Riley's art. She dropped me off and then went to her own class.

Then came lunch, and school finally ended.

"I'm going to go hang out with Maya." Riley told me. "She's bringing Farkle. So you're coming with us. That okay?" Oh good. My best friend was coming too. I could talk with him, while the girls talked.

Unfortunately, that was not the case. Mr. Matthews caught us after class.

"Lucas, Riley." He started. "You both need to go back home and change. The pre-hearing is tonight, and the hearing is tomorrow."

Really? Was it that time already? Oh god. I wasn't ready for this. How would I do this?

"Of course Dad. Come on Lucas." Riley pulled me out of the school and back to the house.

"I'm picking out your outfit for you." Riley said. "I really want to make you look amazing. So many people are going to see you."

Sounded okay. If Riley wanted to do something, then she should be able too.
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Her outfit for me was my only pair of black pants, paired with her brother Brodie's white shirt, and a nice black tie. I really liked it.

"You look amazing," Riley smirked. "I'm pretty good."

"You look even better." I complimented.

She wore a white blouse, tucked into a proper black skirt. Her hair was tucked into a neat low bun.

"We match nicely." She smiled. "You ready for this?"

"No. Not really." I said honestly. "I don't want to sit in front of so many people and bash my father. He'll kill me if the charges don't go through." I started panicking. "I can't do this. I can't. I can't do this. Baby, I can't." My breathing quickened rapidly.

Suddenly, I felt a pain across my cheek.

"Smarten up." Riley hissed. "You're my boyfriend. You will not embarrass me. Got it? Now get up. And come with me. And don't act like anything is wrong. Got it?"

My heart raced. Fear coursed through my viens. Riley was terrifying me. But she only wanted to protect me. Right?

"Let's go."