Riley Matthew's If you don't know what the worst day of the week is your not from planet earth. That's correct it is Monday. And guess what subject I have first. That's also correct fricking American history. I don't understand why I'm even in this class. I'm British. Well at least I'm with my friends all day. And Mrs. Carson is so old she has no clue what's going on so I usually just talk to Farkle during class. Ugh I roll myself out of bed. Causing me to fall on the floor and scream. I hear Josh run in my room. He laughs as he sees me on the floor tangled in my comforter. "It's Monday." I groan. He laughs and shuts the door. I crawl to my closet. I pick out a lazy outfit.
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I walk out to the living room to see Josh sitting at the table reading the paper. "You look like an old man." I say as I grab an orange. "Shut up." He groans and takes a piece of my orange. I smack his hand. He crosses his arms and pouts. Maya comes into the living room from Josh's bedroom. She usually stays here because her mom works over night. I leave before them and meet Farkle at the subway. "Smiley." He greets me as I sit next to him. "Sparkle." I reply. We play stupid games until our stop. We walk to school in silence. But a comfortable silence. The bell rings and kids pour into the building. Lunch I sat at the table with Maya, Josh, Farkle, and Lucas like I do every day. Maya has been acting weird around me all day. Only me. And she won't talk to me. I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around to see bitch ford and her possy. I stood up. The whole cafeteria turned to us. "Look Matthew's got courage today. Maybe losing your baby strengthened you." My throat became dry. My stomach tied in knots. "What's wrong Annabelles got nothing to say. Go cry to your daddy. Or in your case your daddy's grave." She picked up my soda and dumped it over my head. That's when I ran out of the cafeteria. I heard someone chasing after me. I couldn't turn around. I got outside the school and as far as the courtyard before I broke down crying. I leaned against a tree to keep my balance. I felt an arm wrap around me. I looked up to see the familiar blue eyes that make my heart spin. I wrapped my arms around his neck and cried into his chest. He tightly wrapped his arms around my waist. "Don't let go. Not yet." I whispered. "I wasn't planning on it." He whispered in my ear. He brought me back to my apartment. I quickly got in the shower to get the cherry cola out of my hair. I put it in a messy bun and put on warm sweats. I walked back to my room to see Farkle was still here. I sat next to him. "What was bitch ford talking about." He broke the silence. I turned towards him. I sighed. "Since my dad was killed they had one main suspect. And last year all the evidence they had on that person fell through. So my dad's killer was still around. And my dad still couldn't be put at peace. And so I changed. I was in a lot of 'casual' relationships. And I got pregnant. And before I could make a decision or tell anyone. I got in a serious car accident and lost the baby." I felt ashamed. And embarrassed. "I don't think any less of you. And my feelings haven't changed." He reassured me. "How did she even know all those things. I only knew about two of them." He continued. It hit me. I feel betrayed. "Uhm Farkle I'll call you later. I really just wanna be by myself now." I kissed him. He went out the window. 4 hours later It's pouring rain outside. I've been lying in bed watching movies. I can't do anything else. I can't believe she would do that to me. My door opened. Speak of the devil. "Riles how are you." Maya said softly. I got out of bed and stood in front of her. "Get. The. Hell. Out. Of. My. House." I said between gritted teeth. "Riley let me explain." "Explain what. How you told bitch ford all of my secrets knowing she would use them to humiliate me. I'm surprised you didn't tell her about me and Farkle." "Riley please." "You have two minutes before I tell Josh everything." "It was the first weekends you and Farkle started going upstate. Josh was in Philly so I was all alone. So I went to the hottest party to get drunk. And I achieved that goal. And Missy kept coming up to me asking me a whole bunch of questions. About you. And all I could feel was anger that you abandoned me for Farkle. So I told her about Annabelle, and the baby, and your dad. I had no clue what I was doing at the time. Until the todayy when I got a text saying 'thanks for your help owe you one-Missy." She said shyly. "Wait so it's okay for you to be angry when I spend time with my boyfriend but when you ditch me for my uncle I have to be okay with it." "That's not what I mean." She defended "Well that's what your implying. This isn't the girl I met on the subway. And until she comes back I want nothing to do with you. And stay away from Josh if I find you anywhere near him I'm telling him everything you did to me." "I don't have to listen to you. Your not the same girl I met either. You turned into a controlling bitch who thinks she rules the world. I'm not gonna stay away from Josh but I'll sure as hell stay away from you. Because I don't know this Riley Matthews." She said and stormed out of my room. I feel my eyes watering. Without thinking I crawl out the window and run in the pouring rain to Farkles. I bang on his bedroom window. He comes to it and immediately pulls me inside. "Riley what's wrong. What are you doing outside it's fricking pouring." He wraps a blanket around me. "I lost my rock." I cry. "What?" He asks confused. 6 hours later I change out of my wet clothes. I put on a shirt of Farkles that has denim patches and my underwear. I lay down next to him in his bed. He wraps his arms around my waist. My head is resting on his shoulder. I start dozing off. "Riley." I'm too tired to answer. "I'm guessing your asleep and I'm to much of a coward to say this when you can actually hear me so. Riley Eleanor Matthews I have loved you since the day I saw you. And I always will." He whispers. I don't know what to do. Should I say something. Or pretend to be asleep. "Goodnight Sparkle." I whispered. I feel his body tense.
