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|maya| |smakle| |lucas|
|riley| |farkle| |vanessa|

this is how i've decided to set their seats up in the classroom
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After the whole "hole" situation, our group entered Mr. Matthews' class. He started the class with "Good morning and welcome to history. Who's ready to learn?"

"Whats that on the board?" Some girl that sat next to Riley asked.

"We were Kings. Now we're Patriots." Cory replys to the girl's question.

"Why does it say that? It's cryptic. You can't teach us cryptic. What are you trying to get away with? Huh?" If I was her, I would be confused, but I think I know where this is going.

Mr. Matthews thinks for a bit, trying to come up with an answer.

"I'll be right back." He says to her and walks over to Riley. The girl hummed in respoonse

"What's her name?" He asks his daughter.

Appearently Riley didn't know her name either because right after her dad asked her, she asked the girl "What's your name?"

"Marley."

"Marley." Riley replies to her father.

"No way, I thought it was George." I tell her sarcastically. I don't think she got the joke because she just turned her head back to her dad. I did, however, get a few snickers from the rest of the class.

Mr. Matthews continues on with his lesson. "Marley sees right through me."

"Just keep on teaching about our lives, and she'll come around." Riley tells him. Okay, I get that most of the lessons he teaches are about our friend group, buut she doesn't have to be that obvious about it.

"Abigail Adams was the wife of John Adams and the mama of Johnny Q." The class chuckled. "And I'll tell you that the one thing they understood about this brand-new nation was to stick together because every direction they turned was brand-new, undiscovered country."

"I am an Abigail Adams Patriot." Riley tells the class.

"How? We don't even get to walk in the hallways." Lucas asks her.

"Lucas, these seniors are older and more experienced than us, and I think that they're trying to help." Riley says after turning around and looking at him.

"Riley, they're making fun of us and we're letting it happen."

"But most of all, these patriots knew to remain loyal to each other because their survival depended on it in a dangerous, new land." Mr. Matthews tries to relate our off-topic converation back to history.

"Riley, we don't even know our way around the school yet. Why would we just park ourselves in a hole?" Lucas asks my brunette friend.

I was going to add to the conversation, but something interupted me. Everybody's voices quieted and I couldn't tell who was speaking. Then a ringing began in my ear. I don't know why this is happening again.

Is it really because of stress?

Am I sick?
I don't feel any other symptoms.
Maybe they haven't come yet.
Should I see a doctor?
Why is this happening to me?

The voices around me started to get louder and the ringing finally stopped. I snap out of my daze to see Lucas waving his hand in front of my face. He looks a little pissed off. I'm guessing it's because Riley made the "hole" seem like rainbows and unicorns.

"Hey. Class is over." He tells me.

I get up out of my seat and fling my light purple backpack over my shoulders. We both start to walk out of the classroom and to our lockers side by side.

"You were really zoned out there. What were you thinking about?"

Should I tell him? No. I don't even know what's happening. For all I know, I could be having symptoms of the flu. There's no point in worrying him. Besides, if I tell him I'm sick, I'll have to go home. I don't want to miss my first day of classes. That would put a bad impression on the teachers.

"Well, I was binging Supernatural on Netflix last night and I fell asleep in the middle of an episode. I was thinking about what happened. Dean was about to get his head chopped off. I can't let my favorite Winchester die again. That poor boy has already died to many times to count." I came up with a pretty good excuse as I normally spend my nights binge watching Netflix. Lucas belived me. I could tell because he laughed and slung his arm over my shoulders. If I wasn't distracted, I would be blushing like a mad man right now.

"What did I say about staying up and binging Netflix?"

"That I shouldn't do it." Lucas chuckles.

"God, I love you." WAIT WHAT. Okay, now I'm blushing like a mad man. I know he only meant this in a platonic way, but I can't help it. Lucas immediatley realizes what he said and blushes too.

"No, ummm, that's not what I meant. I-"

I gather up all the courage I possibly can. I stand on my tippy-toes and give him a kiss on the cheek, interupting him. His face gets even more red.

"Don't worry about it, wonderboy" I tell him with a smile.

We reach my locker and he says a goodbye before walking over to his. I can't believe that just happened. First off, I get my first ringing headache, then me and my friends get to school and realize we aren't kings anymore, I get my second ringing headache, Lucas tells me he loves me (in a platonic way, but it still counts), then I kiss him on the cheek. This day started off bad, but it's looking a little better.

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