My.... Boyfriend?

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Riley's P.O.V
"Uhhh hey babe" I hear Lucas's nonchalant voice over the phone.

"Oh my god, how'd you answer the damn phone so quickly? You're in school Mr. Friar." I say while chuckling.

"Welll you know me, always quick with the phone..." he nervously chuckles at the end of his sentence. Why is he so nervous?

"Who are you talking to Friar?" That's when I hear it. Maya. My former best friend's voice. She's with Lucas. My boyfriend.

"Lucas? What the hell are you doing with that bitch?"

"Riles, she's sorry. She really is." I blink in disbelief.

"God, are you hearing yourself right now Lucas? It's almost as if she's your girlfriend, not me. Oh my god. I can't believe this."

"Riley, you're starting to sound like a jealous girlfriend. Like one of my crazy exes from back in Texas." I hear a muffled laugh in the background.

"Wow, god. Now I can see why we broke up. Any guy that calls his exes crazy is a total dick 'cause you obviously saw something in them that gave you a reason to like them. I sound like a jealous girlfriend? Maybe because I am. You're doing-" I pause to slightly laugh at this situation. "God knows what with the girl who fucked me up because of us. I surely have the right to play the 'jealous girlfriend' card. "

I sigh. What the hell is happening.

"Riley, god you're overreacting..."

"Ok, I am overreacting. Fine. But I know sure as hell that when I tell you we're over right now it won't be me overreacting. We're over." I don't even wait to hear what he says. Screw him. Maybe the one thing Maya was right about was her nickname for him. Fuckboy Friar.

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I don't feel sick anymore. Unless I count the part where I wanna puke my guts out because of that douche bag, well I guess I'm not sick.

"Honey, are you okay?" My dad walks into my bedroom where I'm lying still, staring at the ceiling.

"Um, in terms of health, yep I'm just fine." I say in a low tone.

He sits on the foot of my bed slowly. "You can tell me what's bugging you honey. I mean, I'm no Topanga-" he chuckles softly. "but, you can still tell me what's going on.

"No, daddy I can't." Hot tears stream down my cheeks. "I'm sorry that I was such a disappointment and still am. Like, every single thing I do pisses people off. I just can't anymore. I'm sorry. You were the best father Dad. I wouldn't trade you and Mom for the world."

He frowns and looks at me with disbelief. "Riley, you're not just giving up, are you?"

"This time I am Daddy." I softly say. He leans over and wraps his arms around me.

"Never give up honey."

And I listen. At least for now I do.

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