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She had always known who he was. Who didn't? The devilish smirk and roughed up dirty blonde hair that every girl wanted to run their fingers through. It was enough to grab anyone's attention. The dark blue jersey he wore practically everyday had the number 19 largely printed on the back along with 'Friar' in big letters.

That was all she knew of him. Best player on the basketball team, popular, pretty face, and the number 19.

Little did she know that'd she'd get to see the other side, the real side of Lucas Friar.

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He didn't know who she was. Maybe he had passed her once or twice in the hallway. Maybe he had seen her class raising her hand to answer a question. He did know she had long chocolatey brown hair and that she seemed to always be with four other people.

All he knew of her was that she was intelligent, a goody goody, always smiling, and someone he had never spoken to.

Soon he'd get to know the real Riley Matthews beyond the cheery, bubbly exterior.

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