What's The Point (gmw fanfiction)

Girl Meets Father

Lucas' POV

After realizing what a huge mistake I made, I tried to talk to Rhiannon so many times that I have already lost count. The thing is that each time I approach her, she usually just stands there, staring blankly at the wall opposite to her, completely ignoring my existence and the moment I attempt to say something, she just turns around and walks away the opposite direction, as if I wasn't there at all.

I realize that using Rhiannon for my own purposes was a terrible thing to do and I want to punch myself in the face for it. I know she has every right to be mad at me, but I'd at very least like to get a chance to apologize to her. She didn't deserve any of what it. 

Something over two weeks after the incident, I finally manage to corner her in the school library. No one is in sight and she'll finally have to talk to me. I hope at least. I start, feeling more nervous than ever, "Look, about what happened-"

Moments ago, she still pretended that nobody is in the library except for her, but now she looks at me with a glare. She doesn't even let me finish the sentence, cutting me off, "Look, don't say anything else. I don't want to hear anything from you. I don't want to see you. Just leave me alone." She says all of this in an ice cold voice, absolutely devoid of any emotion, which kind of scares me.

"Rhiannon, please, listen to me. You're just upset," I try to get her to let me speak.

She answers me with a sarcastic tone, "Me, and upset? I mean, you just used me to make my twin sister jealous. How could that make anyone upset?" It's not very pleasant to hear the sarcasm, but it's still better than her absolutely unemotional voice.

"That's not true," I object, suddenly having the urge to defend myself, though that wasn't originally my intention. "You seemed like an interesting person and I have wanted to talk to you since I saw you for the first time. And I wanted to find out what my position is with Riley. So I thought maybe I could get both at the same time."

I internally cringe, realizing that what I just said makes it sound even worse. And also that I didn't apologize as I planned the whole time and that if Rhiannon was unwilling to listen to me before this, I don't want to imagine what she will think of me now. I should have just stayed quiet.

"Yeah, because that makes it sound so much better," she snaps at me, as expected. Then she pushes me away and storms out of the library. 

I sigh in defeat. I officially just destroyed all of my chances to ever get to know Rhiannon and be friends with her. Now it's at the point where her ever sparing a look at me again would be a miracle. And I have no idea why I care about that so much.

Rhiannon's POV

After the lunch break is over, I enter the classroom along with my sister's group of friends. But that's only a coincidence. It's definitely not because of me spending time with them. They wouldn't want that either. Except for maybe Lucas. But I don't want to even think his name at the moment.

I hear my father's voice, as he says their names, "Friar! Farkle! Hart! You." He glares in our direction. When he says 'you' in this tone, it usually means me. He rarely uses my name when talking to me, if  he decides he has anything to say to me, that is. But somehow, I get the feeling that the word is directed at Riley this time. 

"Dad, I..." Riley attempts to speak, but father stops her and signals her not to continue. I have no idea what's going on between them, I make sure not to be at home as often as possible. 

Father starts to pass around the marked tests about Darwin that we wrote last lesson. He hands the papers to Lucas, Farkle and Maya separately, giving words of praise to Lucas. I feel bad. I tried hard for this test, I got an A, all of my answers were correct. And what do I get for it? Not even a single glance at me. 

Finally, he somehow reluctantly hands Riley her test, refusing to say her name again. I'm still confused as to what's going on until I hear him say, "Cyclone Day! How could you?!"

I instantly freeze. Cyclone Day, of course. I subconsciously put my hand to my throat. Those two words have haunted me for as long as I can remember. I didn't realize it's already that time of the year again. Cyclone Day has always been considered a father-daughter tradition in our family. Except that apparently, only the older daughter is allowed to be a part of it, or the daughter has to be named Riley, or just anything else than Rhiannon. Whatever way it is, it simply doesn't involve me and that's it. 

Maya says something about our father failing her and storms out, Riley following closely behind, with a permission of course.

At the school dance

I didn't want to come to the dance, I made it a point to make that clear to Ms. Camille, but she insisted that I must go, because it is my first school dance and she basically dragged me here. After the dance, I'll spend the night at her place, obviously. 

I am wearing a knee-length lilac dress with white laced ballet flats and I have my hair down. I have no necklace, earrings, bracelet or anything of that sort, because I don't own any of those things and I refused to put any make up on. 

Mostly, I sit there in the corner, because I have no friends and no one to dance with. I basically just watch others have fun and imagine what it would feel like if my life was a bit different from the way it is.

When the dance is almost over, father announces a father-daughter dance. And he dances with Riley and Maya. Of course, he is the type of person to ask Maya to dance with him during father-daughter dance although she is not his daughter, just because she doesn't have anyone there for her. Except that he ignores the fact that one of his actual daughters is sitting in the corner alone, with no one to dance with. 

Lucas' POV

When I enter the dance, I immediately spot Rhiannon sitting in the corner, alone. To say I'm shocked is an understatement, I didn't expect her to come. She looks absolutely beautiful. It's as if I had trouble seeing the rest of the room except for her. I can barely focus on the dance, only doing things automatically. I think Riley asked me to dance with her a few times, I have a foggy memory of actually dancing with her, but I cannot remember any of that properly.

All I can think of is Rhiannon being there all alone with no one to ask her to dance. And the fact that she looks so beautiful and fragile and I bet she's a great person, and she never wants to look at me again. And I can only blame myself for that. It's no one else's fault but mine. 

I finish dancing with Riley and Mr. Matthews announces father-daughter dance. I'm confused. Rhiannon is still sitting in the same spot as the whole time, even though Mr. Matthews is dancing with Riley and Maya. How is that fair?

I come closer to where Rhiannon is and I notice that she's looking at the ground, her eyes slightly clouded with tears. 

I take a risk and come straight to her with words, "I know that you made your opinion about me pretty clear and I understand that. It's hard to accept, but I do. And I know that it is a father-daughter dance right now, and it's only for fathers and daughters, but cannot you at least give me this one dance? Just this time."

I mentally prepare myself to be shot down, but I'm surprised when I see her nod slightly and look up at me. 

That night suddenly becomes very special for me. At least for a few minutes, I get to hold her close, I let her cling to me. Of course, after the song is over, it'll be the same as before, she'll still refuse to have anything to do with me, but at the moment, it's me and her. For the first and probably the last time, I can enjoy the feeling of having her so close to me.