Riley's POV
I walked in the school hallway winking at all the boys eyeing me. I walked around with confidence, even though I'm very insecure. I make it to my locker, and turn around to see my little group.
"Who wants to go to the mall after school," Charity exclaims. I turn around and open my locker. I then grab my biology book, pink pen, and my binder. I then close my locker.
"Sorry, I'm busy after school," I lie to her. The thing is, I don't want to go to the mall, as much as I love shopping.
"Okay, well, Mel, do you wanna go to the mall with me," She asked our friend Melanie. She nodded. I walked off, leaving them to run after me.
I make it to biology, and walk over to my seat, setting down all of my items. My friends don't have any classes with me, that's the best part of school. I sit down, and start clicking my pen, over and over again.
Class then starts, and Mr. Cooke begins our lesson. "Now, today we will be talking about-" He got cute off by the door opening. Our principal Mrs. Shmeich walked in.
"Excuse me class, but I need to speak with Cooke here," She told us. She then walked out with him.
I stood up, and walked over to the front, swaying my hips a bit. I stand up next to the Smart Board.
"Okay class, we will be learning about how stupid Mr. Cooke is," I exclaimed, earning laughs from the class. Then the door opened, and I ran back to my seat, just in time.
"Okay class, we have a new student today. Yes, I didn't know as well," He told us. He then motioned for somebody to come in. I looked down at my pen, ignoring the person, until from the top of my eye, I saw him walk in. My head immediately went up.
"Hi, my names um.. Connor Franta," He murmured. I smiled. Damn he's hot.
Mr. Cooke the pointed over to the empty seat next to me, as he shyly walked over to it. I sat up in my chair, and moved my books from the desk.
"Okay, now that that's over, lets get started," He had started, "We will be doing a project on cells. Yes, I know we've already learned about cells, but I've run out of ideas," He told us. I nodded.
"And we will be having partners," He exclaimed. I nodded not caring. Every time we have partners, he chooses.
"You all know the routine for choosing. Boys pick a girl, and girls pick a boy. This row," He said motioning to my row, "Pick the guy sitting to the right of you," He told us.
I turned over and looked at Connor. He shyly smiled, and I shyly smiled back. I guess we're partners.
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I walked out of biology with a smile. I really want to get to know that Connor guy.
I walk up to my locker, and open it. I grab my pastel blue bookbag, and pack my biology book, binder, and math book. I shut my locker, and walk out of the building. I see that Connor guy walking out of the school, looking down at his phone.
I decide this'll be the time to talk to him. I walk up to him, and he looks up from his phone.
"Hey..." He trails off. "Riley," I tell him, my name. He smiles.
"So, about that project we're doing, it's due on Wednesday, and today is Monday, so we should get started," He tells me. I nod. "So, where should we work on it? We could go to the local café. That's where I work best," I tell him. He nods, and we walk over, to what looks like his car. He unlocks it, and motions me to get in.
I open the passenger seat, and quietly yell 'Shotgun', which makes Connor laugh a little.
He gets in the car, and buckles.
"So, telling by your motions and actions, you're the 'popular' girl," He says. I look over at him, and think a little.
"Well... No and yes...," I trail off, "You see, I don't want to be popular. It just.. its just happened. You see, all my 'friends' are really my friends... they are bullies, and I don't want to get hurt," I told him, opening up a bit. He just nods, and starts the engine.
We make it down to the café, with an awkward silence. He parks the car, and gets out, me doing the same. I walk into the café, and smell the air. The air that makes me think. The air that helps me.
I walk over to a booth, Connor following me. We sit down, and I pull out my phone.
"Okay, so we have to build a model of the human or plant or animal cell," I tell Connor. He nods. "So, that means we have to do research on the cell. I say we do the plant cell," He tells me. I agree.
A waitress then walks over to us, looking down at her notepad the entire time. "Hello, my name is Anne, and I am here to serve you," She says looking up. She makes eye contact with Connor, and you could suddenly see a burst of excitement in her eyes.
"Oh my god! You're Connor Franta," She yelled. He smiled, while I just sat there confused.
"Why yes I am," He said. Anne then asked for him to sign her white blouse she has to wear for work, and Connor happily accepted.
"So, um, what would you like," She asked. Connor asked for a coffee, and I asked the same. She then walked off.
"So...What was that about," I asked him. "Well, I'm.. im somewhat famous on YouTube, and uh.. well... I've got over 3 million subscribers..." He explained. I then spit my coffee all over the table, my eyes wide, and my mouth forming an o.
"What," I exclaimed, and he laughed. I then grabbed some paper towels, and wiped of the mess.
"So, you're telling me, the the app I use the most of my phone, you're on, and famous!?! How come I have never heard of you," I asked him. He just shrugged.
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We leave the café laughing. He just showed me one of his videos, and it's called 'Who would we fuck (ft. Tyler Oakley).'
"Wow, that's hilarious. You're hilarious," I said. He chuckled. We were about to cross the road, wen I heard someone call my name. I turned around to see Charity and Mel, running towards me.
"Hey, I thought you said you weren't free today," Mel said. I bit my lip, and looked over at Connor, who was biting his lip too.
"Yeah, sorry. I was working on a project with Him," I said motioning towards Connor. He slightly smiled, and grabbed my hand, dragging me away.
"Sorry, it's just.. I don't like them... Are those the people you say are your friends, but really aren't," He asks. I nod.
We get into the car, and he drives me home. As I'm about to get out of the car, he grabs my wrist. I turn around to see him holding his phone out to me.
"Give me your number. We're working on a project together, so I'll need it," He tells me. I grab his phone, and type my number in it. I hand him mine, and he does the same.
I hand him his phone back, and he hands me mine back. I smile, when I see he took a selfie on my phone. I look up at him, and state at his features, while he looks down at my phone.
He has green eyes, a really pretty brown-ish hair color, and a acre on his right eyebrow. He looks up, and I quickly look down at my phone.
"Well, thanks for driving me! See you tomorrow, Connor," I say smiling. He waves, and smiles. I walk into my house, and go upstairs.
I walk into my bathroom, and wash off all of my makeup, and grab my razor.
I push in against my wrist. "Another one for telling my backstory to," I murmur. I look at all my fated scars, then grab a towel. I wet it, then wrap it around my wrist. I quickly wash it out, and clean up all the blood, then get in my pajamas.
I walk into my bedroom, and sit into my bed. I grab my laptop, and turn on YouTube, searching in the headbar, 'Connor Franta'.
Let's just say, I'm not that normal popular girl.
