I sit down, in the front of class.
Front row, spotlight on me.
And Zoey next to me, and I know she'll have the most spotlight, because of well... the teacher.
"Class," Farkle says, slamming his books onto his neatly coordinated desk. "Welcome to grade 8."
"Morning Minkus," I say, smiling.
But the rest f us are just silent, and Farkle sighs.
"Why didn't I just become a scientist?"
"I don't know, Minkus," I reply. "You would have made a lot more money."
"Eliza-"
But we're interrupted by the door slamming open, and frantic panting.
I turn around to see my baby brother, backpack slung on one shoulder, standing up straight.
"Good morning Mr. Friar."
"I'm so sorry I'm late!" Isaac says, making his way to him. "My sisters were being picky and-"
"Just take a seat, Isaac."
Isaac sits behind Zoey, of course.
He's only had the biggest crush on her since the first grade.
Since she sprained her ankle on the bus at the Ski Lodge for our terrible vacation. Mom and Dad only allow us to go to certain places now.
For example, the rules of the family:
No Skiing.
No talking about skiing.
No Ski Lodges.
No walking down hill.
No campfires, because they apparently are confusing.
No rodeo. No texas.
And no mentioning or eating jelly beans.
"So, today we will be discussing the matter of-"
And yet again, another slam of the door.
"What now?!" Farkle asks, turning around to see a boy walk into a class.
"Umm.... hello," The boy says in a British accent.
He has tanned skin.
Brown hair.
Is British.
And damn it, he's got those blue eyes.
"You must be new here, I'm Mr. Minkus, your history teacher."
"Dad, you rarely teach us history," Zoey sighs, tightening her ponytail and wiping her sweaty hands on her pants.
She has a crush on the tea and crumpets boy. Or are they biscuits?You have to be kidding me.
"My name is Ryder, Ryder Taylor," He says, shaking Farkle's hands.
He then turns, faces the class, and waves to Zoey.
But doesn't seem to recognize that I exist.
Isaac sighs, and I turn to him, mouthing 'you okay?'
He nods his head, and stares at the back of Zoey's head, his hands are so close to touching her curly locks, and I smile.
Zoey is so blind, gosh.
As I turn around, I then see Ryder nod his head at me, and take the only available seat.
Behind me.
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girl meets the secret to life | lucaya & riarkle
Fanfictionin which maya hart and lucas friar learn that life's not all it's out to be, and that people can be traitors and hypocrites. in which riley matures into a normal being, and farkle admits his true feelings. in which words change everything. ||||||||...
