#i know Harvard wears his cardigans like that my god

[sometimeswritingsometimesdying]

@7-sided-dice spoke about haiden playing pool and now it’s running around my head that they have never won a game fairly despite harvard’s best efforts

[mikey-girl12-archive]

Disappear

Word count: 1,708

Warnings: angst, cheating, mentions of bad past, mentions of manipulation.

A/N: i wrote this in 2 hours instead of sleeping. The only editing it's been through is grammar check on google docs. sorry if it sucks. this is for @musicphanpie-b (i think) who said that more logince was needed. also tagging @sardonic-soprano and @friendlyinternetmeerkat

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Roman was sitting in his room staring at the wall, looking at the pictures of all of his friends. They were all smiling and roman used to think that there would never be a time looking at those pictures made him sad. Now all he sees is the lies that each one held. He couldn't help but feel like a fool as he looked at his now ex’s face in the photo. Anger filled him in a spur of the moment and he stood dashing to the wall he ripped down every picture that had his face on it. The red he was seeing faded as he looked down at the now crumpled and ripped memories. A tear began streaming down his face once again and he leaned against the wall. Sliding down slowly he looked at the roof, covering his mouth to hold in the sobs. Stupid Logan, Stupid Heart --------

Roman held his books to his chest as he entered his new school, this was his chance at a fresh start after everything he had been through at his old school. He smiled at everyone who looked at him as he walked down the hall and to the office to get his schedule. “Hi! Im Roman Princeton! I moved here from New York and I was told to come in here for my schedule?” roman asked the older woman behind the desk. With a sigh, she looked up from the book she was reading and turned to her computer. The silence had roman bouncing lightly on his feet. She tapped a few buttons before pushing away from the wooden desk and heading to the printer. “Here, im calling for a fellow senior to show you around the school. Sit in that chair, don't talk or fidget and wait for him to get here.” her voice was harsh and Roman wondered briefly how she got a job in a school. Turning he walked quickly to the seat and sat down to look over his schedule. A few agonizing minutes later the door opened to a teen in a bright blue polo with a gray cardigan over his shoulders. Roman smiled as he stood fixing his red jacket. “Hi! Im Patton, you must be Roman! Come with me” after a light handshake Roman was following the cheerful lad down the hallway. He pointed out every class on Romans schedule, explained the lunch routine, and showed him where the gym, library, and lunchroom was. “And if you ever get lonely just sit with me and my friends! We don't bite. Well, Virgil might just don't touch him until he's used to you!” Patton explained as he came to a stop in front of a group of lockers. Roman laughed assuming the other boy was joking until he saw the serious look on his face. “This is your locker-” whatever else Patton was going to say was cut off by the bell and the student filling the hallway. “-see you at lunch roman.” ----------- It had been nearly three months since the beginning of school and roman had officially become one of the ‘popular’ kids. Meaning he was seen with the famous trio and quickly became like a god in his school. Patton, Virgil, and Logan had accepted him with open arms. And roman learned that they ruled the school, but as far as he had seen they didn't abuse that power. And slowly he felt a bud growing in his heart, one that he helped grow instead of squishing. Roman had a crush and unlike before he allowed himself to fall. ------------- It had been 4 months since he had come to this school and he couldn't have been happier. He admitted his feelings to logan and the boy had returned them! Roman had friends and a boyfriend and was so well loved that nobody dared to start rumors about him. In his eyes, he had it all, until the day that a boy he had never seen before pulled him into the bathroom and locked the door. “Look I know you probably have no idea who I am but im trying to help you.” the boy spoke his face hidden in his hoodie. “Help me? What could I possibly need help with?” roman had asked confused. The boy shook his head as he reached into his backpack and pulled out an envelope. “Take my advice. The trio, they are not who you think they are. They are bad people and you don't need that in your life. Take it from a survivor.” with that he unlocked the door, shoving the envelope in Romans hand and disappeared into the lunchtime traffic. Roman looked at the envelope before shoving it into his bag. Roman had forgotten all about the awkward encounter until he reached home. Walking into his room he threw his bag on the bed forgetting that he didn't close it. His books spilled across the bed and onto the floor with a thud. Sighing he walked over to pick them up when he saw the envelope sticking out of the opening of his bag. Curiosity won as he reacher for it pulling it out and opening it. Inside the white package was pictures, pictures of logan with another boy. They looked younger maybe around 16, and it occurred to roman that these were old. Confused as to why he looked at the next picture. Unlike the first one where they were cuddled up in this one logan looked distant. The next three were screenshots of text messages. Each one shows logan becoming more and more distant from the boy. The last one showing only a single message from Logan. ‘ there never was a we. I prefer to look for love and we don't have that. We never did’ Roman laid the picture on his bed as he looked at the wall where his pictures hung. In every one he and his friends were cuddled up, laughing and smiling. Shaking his head he picked them up and shoved them back in the envelope. Opening his closet he slipped them in a box sitting on the top shelf. “Logan may not have loved you, but he loves me.” ------------- “Can you believe it! I got into acting school! I never thought this day would come!” roman cheered as he and Virgil walked down the hall. All around them were friendly faces except for the boy from that day in the bathroom. He looked at roman with pity, and he was ignored by the duo. “Your going to acting school, I got accepted to my dream school, Patton is in a cool summer program. The only person left is Logan. And he applied to all ivy league schools. You know Harvard, Yale, Stanford.” verge replied with a slight tilt to his lips. “Everything is going our way, Virgil! Nothing can stop us now!” --------- School had ended and with that summer had begun. Roman began to notice that logan was drifting away from him. All he could think about was the pictures still sitting in his closet. That couldn't happen to him, could it? With a sigh, he called Logan. His heart dropped as he heard a giggle come through the phone when he answered. There was a hushing whisper in the background causing the giggles to stop. “Sorry Ro that was my new roommate we're bonding before we move into the Harvard dorms,” Logan explained. Roman noticed that he was slightly breathless, and dread filled him. “Are you still coming to spend the weekend with me?” he asked hiding the pain in his voice. There was silence for a moment before logan hummed. “Yeah baby ill be there.” and then the line went dead. “Lo?” roman whispered into the dark but the only response was silence. ---------- Roman had been pacing his room floor all day, roman had said he'd be there hours ago and there was still no sign of him. Again Romans thoughts went back to the pictures in his closet. Hearing his door open he snapped his head to look in at his bedroom door. When it opened he moved to hug Logan stopping short. His heart broke at the sight in front of him. Logan was wearing his signature outfit. But the buttons on the shirt were undone and the tie was loose. Upon looking closer he noticed that logans neck was cover in red bruises. Tears filled Roman's eyes as he stepped away. “Logan please tell me this isn't what I think it is,” he begged. His life had just gotten good and now he was watching the facade crumble. The other boy didn't answer causing roman to look at the ground. “Was any of this real to you?” the words were quite and again they were met with silence. “Was I ever actually a choice to you? Or did you enjoy stringing me along until you got what you actually wanted?” roman looked at Logan. There wasn't a trace of regret on his face. “I should have listened to that boy, I should have known you were too good to be true!” he ripped off the bracelet logan had given him for their 5 month anniversary. He threw it at the other watching as Logan caught it with ease. He slipped it into his pocket as he turns and walked out, not a word spoken at all. Roman rushed to grab his phone dialing pattons number. The call didn't go through the voice telling him that he couldn't call a number the blocked him. Frowning he tried virgils number before it hit him. The boy had said that the trio wasn't who they seemed to be. Meaning that when he lost logan he lost them all. Blinking away the tears roman sat on his bed and stared at the wall holding their pictures. Maybe he had been blind to it at first, but now all the pieces fit. Patton had to intro him to logan. Virgil was the one who pushed him to confess his crush. They had it planned the whole time. Roman stared at the wall and for the first time in nearly a year, he wished he could just disappear.

[tozier-boy]

Is there somewhere

Chapter one: Colors

Summary: Richie didn’t belong in boring, old fashioned, small Derry, that was for sure. Richie Tozier wore leather jackets and ripped jeans. Richie Tozier had his ear pierced and he painted his nails black. Richie Tozier wore combat boots and let his curls grow wild and messy. Richie Tozier always had headphones around his neck and sometimes he wore eyeliner. Richie Tozier smoked weed on the school ground and told teachers to shut the fuck up. Richie Tozier was tall and skinny and he wore bands tank tops. Richie Tozier was the reason why Eddie had started biting his lower lip way more frequently than he did before. 

Hey everyone! I know I still have my Hogwarts AU in progress, but this idea came to my mind and I just had to write it down. 

I’m not tagging anyone because there will be smut in this (there is already, kind of), so I don’t want to make uncomfortable anyone who’s not okay with that.  If you want to be tagged/added to the tag list, just say so :D 

(Each chapter will be named after one of Halsey’s songs, just in case you will be wanting to listen to something)

Any kind of feedback is appreciated and my ask and DM are always open!

“If- if my mom finds out you’re here…” Eddie was breathless. Richie Tozier was kissing his neck and fucking him relentlessly, holding his hips and breathing hot against his neck. “Oh god.”

“As much as I like your mom, Eds, you gotta stop talking about her.” Richie panted, squeezing Eddie’s hip and bringing his other hand to cup the boy’s face, stroking his bottom lip with his thumb. “Fuck, you feel amazing.”

Eddie clutched Richie’s shoulders as he felt getting closer and closer to his climax, moaning high and desperate like he never imagined he would have. “Harder, faster!” He pleaded, digging his nails into Richie’s back and dragging them down. “Oh yes! Right there!” His voice had turned a few octaves up and his hips had started stuttering in the attempt of meeting Richie’s thrusts.

The boy’s dark, chocolate curls were falling on Eddie’s face and their eyes were locked together as they panted into each other’s mouths. Eddie knew his eyes were open wide, because he didn’t want to miss the look on Richie’s face, the way he was looking at him. His heart was about to burst, he could feel it, because, as Richie came inside him with a loud cry of Eddie’s name, Eddie knew he was utterly, completely, deeply in love.

Five months earlier

“I just don’t see what’s the appeal, you know? A bunch of sweaty, drunk teenagers grinding against each other? It sounds like a punishment, not a party.” Eddie was putting his books back in his locker, while gesturing dismissively at Bill’s attempts to convince him to go.

Eddie wasn’t kidding when he said that he didn’t see any appeal in a party. He was 17, and he had only been at one party.

It had been more than enough.

After only three hours someone had thrown up on his new shoes and Mike had accidentally spilled beer on his favorite shirt. He had been grounded for three weeks and, to be honest, he wasn’t looking forward to it again.

“But  A-A-Audra’s going to be t-t-there!” Bill protested, resting the back of his head against the lockers.

“How is this going to convince me to go to a stupid party? She’s your crush, not mine.” He pointed out, raising his eyebrows. “Besides, I have a test on Monday. I have to study, and you should too.” He added, adjusting the strap of his backpack on his shoulder.

“I’ll g-g-give you 50 b-bucks.” Bill said, very seriously.

“I’m not an escort, Bill.” Eddie chuckled, closing his locker. Behind its door was standing Richie Tozier, and Eddie nearly had a heart attack.

“Jesus, Tozier! You scared the shit out of me!” Eddie gasped, putting his hand on his chest and feeling how hard his heart was beating.

“I thought the palpitations were a side effect of your crush on me.” Richie said, wiggling his eyebrows. Eddie snorted and rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, you wish.”

Richie pouted dramatically, but Eddie knew he was just mocking him. Richie and him had never been friends. Not just acquaintances, either, but they weren’t friends. They teased each other in the hallways, they bickered when they were in the same room, but they weren’t friends.

They couldn’t have been. They lived on two different planets.

Eddie was, alongside Stanley Uris, one of the best students of the Derry High School. His grades were perfect, teachers adored him and he was never late for school. He joined two clubs for extra credits and he would have killed for a scholarship at Harvard. He knew what he wanted, and he had his goals clear in his mind: graduate from high school, go to college, take medicine and become a nurse in New York.  He liked having a plan, it made him feel safe and focused.

Richie, on the quite contrary, was a living train wreck. He wasn’t stupid, oh, not at all. Eddie knew he was extremely fucking smart. In fact, Richie managed to get straight A’s with a upsettingly small amount of studying. He was always late, and when he wasn’t late he wasn’t at school at all. The first time he saw him, during their 9th grade, Eddie thought Richie didn’t belong in Derry at all.

Richie had just moved there from California, and that immediately lighted a spark of curiosity in the small town of Derry.

Who were these people? Why did they move from California? Can we trust them?

Richie didn’t belong in boring, old fashioned, small Derry, that was for sure.

Richie Tozier wore leather jackets and ripped jeans. Richie Tozier had his ear pierced and he painted his nails black. Richie Tozier wore combat boots and let his curls grow wild and messy. Richie Tozier always had headphones around his neck and sometimes he wore eyeliner. Richie Tozier smoked weed on the school ground and told teachers to shut the fuck up. Richie Tozier was tall and skinny and he wore bands tank tops. Richie Tozier was the reason why Eddie had started biting his lower lip way more frequently than he did before.

Everyone at school was impressed when he first came around. He was different from the people of Derry. He was different from the cardigans and the polo shirts, from the shirts tucked in the jeans and the brushed hair.

Eddie didn’t even know boys could paint their nails the first time he saw Richie.

“Are you coming to the party, Eds?” He asked, checking with his fingers if the cigarette he had tucked behind his ear was still there.

“Don’t call me that, for fuck’s sake.” Eddie hissed, glaring at him. “And no, I’d rather lick a gas station’ toilet clean.”

“What a vivid image.” Richie laughed, and Eddie wondered if he knew he wasn’t joking at all. “Come on, it’s gonna be lit. Bev knows how to throw a party.”

Beverly Marsh was the only person Richie really talked to. They were similar under many aspects, so anyone could have seen why they clicked together.

Eddie was still wondering why Richie bothered talking to him at all, since they were different under all the aspects.

“I’m sure she does.” Eddie said simply, and Bill huffed beside him.

“But this one’s different. We’re going to the quarry for a bone fire.” Eddie didn’t know that. He thought it was going to be a lame house party with fifty teenagers squeezed together behind four walls. A bone fire did sound nice. Nicer than a house party, anyway. He would have had room to breathe fresh air, and sitting in front of a creaking fire with his friends was a nice prospective.

Eddie glanced up at Richie, who towered over him, being the lanky motherfucker he was. “I’m going to give it a long, hard thought.”He said, and Bill almost squeaked by his side. He knew him far too well not to know he had basically said yes.

Richie’s lips curved into a crooked smirk, as their eyes were still fixed on each other. “Maybe I’ll see you later, then.” Richie said lowly, and Eddie tilted his chin up.

“Maybe you will.”

“S-S-Seriously, Eddie, w-what’s going on b-b-between you and R-Richie Tozier?” Bill asked. He was currently lying on his stomach on Eddie’s bed, flicking through the pages of a comic book distractedly as Eddie chose what to wear at the bone fire.

“What are you talking about?” Eddie frowned, looking at his friend through the mirror. “Nothing’s going on.”

“It m-most certainly l-l-looks like s-something’s g-g-going on.” Bill giggled, and Eddie turned towards him with his hands on his hips.

“Something like what?”

“Something like a b-b-big, f-fat, mutual c-crush.” Bill said, wiggling his eyebrow, and Eddie’s cheeks heated up.

“Shut the f-“

“Eddie bear? Where are you going?” Sonia Kaspbrak had opened the door to her son’s room without knocking, making the two boys jump in surprise. “Isn’t it a bit late to go out?”

“Eddie’s c-c-coming to mine. We’re g-gonna study and watch a m-movie, mrs K.” Bill said quickly, smiling up at the woman.

“And you can’t do that here?” She questioned, and Bill’s smile only grew faker and wider.

“I’ve g-got a new DVD.”

“Very well, but no sleepovers. You’ve got to be home by 11.30.” Sonia said, pointing her finger at Eddie.

“Sure, ma.” Eddie stood on his tiptoes and kissed his mother’s cheek, grinning sweetly.

There was no other way but lying, Eddie knew it far too well. His overprotective, manipulative, controlling mother would have never let him go to a party, let alone one with a bone fire involved.

Especially if she knew Richie Tozier was going to be there as well.

Ever since the Tozier family had moved in their neighborhood, Sonia Kaspbrak had been sulking about it. She didn’t like Maggie Tozier one bit, because “she smiled way too much” and “no woman was supposed to wear skirts that didn’t reach the knees”, but truth was Sonia was extremely jealous. She never had a valid reason to smile, while Maggie Tozier was cheerful most of the time. Plus, Maggie was a beautiful woman. She was tall and slender, had round hips and beautiful curly hair  that framed a regular face and pretty, big hazel eyes. Eddie knew every single man in town fancied her and that every single woman in town desperately tried to find her flaws.

Derry was not the kind of town where a woman could have been happy about another woman’s beauty. In Derry, women despised each other.

She didn’t trust the fact that they came to Derry all in a sudden and that no one knew why. She started speculating about the reason with Eddie’s aunt, and every theory was more ridiculous than the last.

Then, Sonia had to complain about mr Tozier and his “way too loud new car”. Mr Tozier was a dentist, which Eddie always found curious, considering that Richie’s front teeth were slightly too big and they were usually resting upon his lower lip.

Eddie always thought it was cute, because those teeth, along with the freckles on Richie’s nose and cheeks, made him look younger.

But most of all, Sonia Kaspbrak despised the loud, foul-mouthed, vulgar, punk Tozier boy more than anything else in the world and she didn’t want him anywhere near her beloved, well mannered son.

“Don’t eat candies or chips or you’ll get a stomachache!” Sonia reminded Eddie as the boys were running down the stairs.

“Yes ma!” Eddie called back, before the front door slammed shut.

It wasn’t terrible, Eddie considered. The bone fire had been lighted up and it was burning high, there were a lot of students around it, mostly from the 12th and 11th grade and Eddie wasn’t hating it. He had a can of soda in his hand, while Bill had decided to go for a bottle of ice cold beer. There was music, nice music, and Eddie couldn’t deny that Beverly Marsh had a pretty fucking great idea.

“This is n-n-nice, isn’t it?”  Bill said, glancing around the crowd, desperately trying to spot Audra.

“I’m not hating it.” Eddie conceded, and Bill smiled.

“Hey guys.” Both of the boys turned their heads to look at Stan, who was holding a can identical to Eddie’s. “Didn’t think you would have come.” He said with a tentative smile that was entirely directed at Bill.

“I didn’t think that either.” Eddie shrugged, sighing as Bill ignored completely Stan’s glances, too busy to try to gain Audra’s attention.

Eddie was well aware of the crush Stan had on Bill. Everyone was well aware of that. Bill was a handsome boy: he was tall, he had ginger-ish hair and a charming smile. Eddie could see why Stan liked him so much. Bill, though, despite his stutter, was more outgoing, while Stan tended to hide behind his books, like an admirer from afar.

“Well, I’m glad you decided to come. It was a bit awkward without actual people to talk to.” He said, pressing his lips into a thin line.

“Yeah, me too.” Another voice said from behind them. Eddie twirled on his heels to find Richie standing in front of him. He was wearing a black tank top and a denim jacket with some pins on it, black and ripped skinny jeans and his combat boots. Eddie found himself staring for a couple of seconds.

“You smell weird.” Eddie said, well aware that, mixed to Richie’s cologne, was the smell of weed.

“That’s what I told your mom last night.”

“You’re fucking disgusting.”

“That’s not what you said last night.” He winked.

Stan rolled his eyes. “I’m not following. Were you with Eddie or with his mom last night?” He said flatly, not really asking a question.

“Maybe both.” Richie laughed. Eddie shrugged past him, shouldering him but not too hard, and walked away. The last thing he needed was to hear to Richie’s awful mom jokes.

He just didn’t understand. Richie was a real fucking trashmouth, but he seemed particularly keen on addressing his annoying jokes toward Eddie. Sure, he was friends with Beverly, but he never heard him being so loud around her. He leaned his back against a tree, taking a deep breath away from the crowd. His mind ran back to what Bill had said.

What’s going on between you and Richie Tozier?

Eddie had no idea. He truly, honestly had no idea of what was going on.

He didn’t know why Richie bothered talking to him, he didn’t know why he bothered answering. He didn’t know why his heart beat a little faster whenever he heard Richie’s voice near him, and he was too afraid to asking himself why.

Nothing was going on between Richie Tozier and him.

It wasn’t that great, after all. It was just like a regular party, but outside. There were people grinding in rhythm with the music, people making out and people way too drunk to function. Bill had finally managed to talk to Audra, and they were currently kissing against a tree. Eddie’s eyes immediately went for Stan, who was sitting with his head down and Mike Hanlon’s arm thrown around his shoulders. Eddie knew Mike, he was in the football team and he was probably one of the kindest person he had ever had the pleasure of knowing. If Stan was with Mike, he knew he was in good hands.

“Are you cold?” It was almost time for Eddie to go. Last thing he wanted, was to piss his mother off and being grounded for a month. He looked to his left, where Richie had sat down. They were in front of the bone fire, but the air had cooled down and gave Eddie goose bumps down his arms.

“I’m fine.” Eddie shrugged, looking back at the fire. Two seconds later, Richie’s warm denim jacket was around his shoulders.

“There you go.”

“I said I was fine.”

“Your body says otherwise.” Richie ran his index finger over Eddie’s arm, which only caused more goose bumps. He swallowed hard, gripping the grass under him as he looked up at Richie’s chocolate brown eyes.

“Thank you. You shouldn’t have,  but thank you.” He said, wrapping Richie’s way-too-big jacket around himself. They looked into each other’s eyes for a couple of seconds, and Eddie felt his stomach knotting and then filling with something that fluttered. With the fire’s light hitting his face, Eddie could clearly see every single one of Richie’s freckles. He could admire the way his curls fell on his forehead and the way his front teeth rested on his lower lip when he wasn’t thinking about hiding them. Eddie knew he wasn’t supposed to think about another boy’s freckles, eyes,  hair and mouth, but when it came to Richie he just couldn’t help but wonder. He had so many questions he wanted to ask, and yet he was afraid of the answers. It was like looking at an unsolved mystery, and it fascinated Eddie beyond any measure.

“Anytime.” Richie replied softly, and his lips curved into a relaxed smile that made Eddie wonder if that was a perfectly normal thing to do.

He was even about to ask him that, when some girl screamed.

“The cops are here!”

Eddie didn’t even have the time to think or react. Before he could even look at what was going on, he was being pulled on his feet by a warm hand firmly holding his and then he was running. The woods that surrounded the quarry were not a place you would have wanted to find yourself lost in at night, but Richie seemed to know what he was doing and where he was going as he held Eddie’s hand and dragged him away. Eddie heard the music being shut down and then voices, loud voices and sirens.

He felt like he couldn’t breathe, but the last thing he wanted was being dragged back home by the police. He wasn’t even drunk, he hadn’t touch a single drop of alcohol, but she wouldn’t have cared. He had lied, and that would have been a reason valid enough for him to be locked home for god knows how long.

“Rich! Stop!” He panted, planting his heels to the ground once they were far away enough. He leaned his back against a tree and tried to catch his breath.

He hoped that his friends managed to ran away as well.

“Are you okay?” Richie asked as he tried to catch his breath. Eddie nodded, panting, and looked up at the taller boy with wide eyes.

“Thank you…” He breathed, and Richie chuckled.

“This is the second time you thank me tonight.” He pointed out, resting a hand beside Eddie’s head as he looked down at him. They were really close. They were really close and they were alone in the dark woods, and Eddie shouldn’t have felt as comfortable as he did.

“Well, you deserve it.” Eddie bit his lower lip as he looked in his eyes, then looked back down at the ground with a blush on his cheeks. “I was supposed to be home five minutes ago. Shit, my mom’s going to kill me…”

“Well, we better get going then, am I right?” Eddie nodded slowly, watching as Richie took a step back from him. “Come on.” He offered Eddie his hand, and the smaller boy frowned a little. “It’s mad dark in here, I don’t want to lose you in a wood.”

“Are you just looking for an excuse to hold my hand, Tozier?” Eddie teased, thanking the darkness that was hiding his blush as he slipped his hand into Richie’s.

“Shut up and follow me, Kaspbrak.”  

[maryeemeeh]

Wolves of Manhattan

Summary: He is the rich kid from the Upper East Side with a troubled past and a dysfunctional family. She is from Greenwich Village who is pulled into the world of the rich and famous when her parents receive promotions. When their paths cross, a spark is ignited and the tables are turned when they learn they are far more connected than they thought. AU.

Originally posted on fanfiction.net

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CHAPTER THREE

The alarm sounded quietly at first, barely stirring Lucas from his slumber. The alarm sounded again, but this time louder making him roll over to switch it off whist pulling the pillow over his head to cover his ears.

"Monsieur Lucas, wake up." He heard the thick French accent of his maid's voice coming from the other side of his bedroom door. "Please, you'll be late for school." She knocked on the large wooden door politely. When there was no answer, she knocked again. "Monsieur?" She slowly opened the door and quietly walked in. Lucas groaned and pulled the blanket over his head as the maid opened the curtains to let in the faint morning sunlight. "Lucas, it's time to wake up."

A soft mumble could be heard through the blankets. The maid tried to grab the sheets off him, but Lucas grabbed it back holding it tightly. She sighed, realizing that Lucas didn't seem to be getting up any time soon. Taking matters into her own hands, she began to shake him lightly, forcing him to reluctantly climb out of bed.

He took a quick shower and walked to the changing room where he dressed into his school uniform khaki pants and white rolled up long sleeve button-up shirt. Looking in the mirror, Lucas loosened his skinny red base with blue and white stripes tie and made sure his designer navy blazer was on straight. After lightly gelling his hair and brushing his teeth, he ran down the stairs and took the elevator down to the lobby. He stepped outside where his driver Andre, in a black suit and tie with sunglasses, was waiting for him.

"Good morning, Mr. Friar." He greeted him warmly as he opened the back door of the vehicle.

"No need for formalities, Andre. Just call me Lucas." He said, stepping inside the back seat of the black Cadillac Escalade.

"Very well, Lucas." Andre closed the door and slid into the driver's seat.

The ride was quiet with the radio softly playing in the background. For all of fifteen minutes, Lucas stared out the window at the many pedestrians and cars on the streets. He was staring off into the distance as if he were lost in thought, looking at the different people when suddenly someone caught his eye. Appearing from the underground subway station and onto the sidewalk was the pretty brunette from school wearing the uniform plaid navy skirt with a grey cardigan over a white button up blouse and black cross tie. His eyes trailed down to her long, toned legs that were half covered with black knee-high socks. For some inexplicable reason he was drawn to her, and the rest of him instantly longed to follow.

"Pull over right here."

"Sir?"

"Pull over." He demanded.

Andre followed Lucas' instruction and parked the car by the side of the road. Without giving much of an explanation, Lucas then immediately got out of the vehicle and hurried to cross the street to catch up with her.

"Hey!" He yelled and slowed down by the time he reached the sidewalk. The brunette stopped dead in her tracks as she spun around and smiled brightly at him.

"Lucas. Hey!"

"Hey…" he said again with a smile. "Riley, right?"

"Yeah."

"Um, I saw you…just now while I was in the car on the way to school." He spoke nervously, clearing his throat. "Did you need a ride or something?"

Riley's eyes snapped up to his with a mixture of surprise and confusion. She heard many stories about Upper East Siders. It pleased her to know chivalry existed among them.

"Oh no, it's only a few blocks away. I actually prefer walking." She assured him and he looked her over, nodding.

"Oh. Okay." His face had a look that almost seemed like disappointment.

"Thanks for the offer though."

He smiled. "Yea, sure." There was a moment of silence as he looked around awkwardly, trying to think of something to say. "May I join you?" He dared to ask, raising his eyebrows hopefully. "I mean…if that's alright with you?" Riley looked at him for a long second, and then gave a nervous nod.

"Of course." She replied with a smile. "I could use the company."

She gestured with her hand for Lucas to walk beside her, and in a moment they were walking side by side towards school. It was slightly chilly out, but neither seemed to notice. They would look passingly at the tall buildings and trees, or up at the blue sky with a few patches of lingering clouds. Every now and then he would steal a glance at her, watching as her eyes lit up in curiosity and wonder at every building and every living thing that they come across. Lucas was quiet for another minute, and then he asked. "So what's your story?"

"My story?" She looked a bit confused.

"Yea. You know…what brings you to Thomas Jefferson Prep?"

"Oh…" She lightly giggled, the sound of her soft laughter melting his heart. "Well...I didn't have much of a choice. Where my father goes, I go too." She mumbled the last bit so fast and low, he didn't quite catch it. He raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to elaborate. "You see both my parents got promoted. My Mom is an attorney working for a big law firm and my Dad is a former teacher who is now head of an entire school. Money started pouring in, and they were making more than enough to send me to a prep school to better my chances in getting into an Ivy League."

"Where to?"

"Harvard."

He nodded as they crossed the street, the city passing them by as each step takes them closer to school.

"But anyway, what about you?" She asked while giving him a sideway glance. "What's your story?"

Lucas looked at her in surprise. "You really want to know my story? A privileged kid from the Upper East Side with very rich parents?"

"Why not? Something tells me there is more to you than just what's on the surface." They stopped at another intersection, waiting until it was safe to cross the street. His gaze settled on her face for a long, tense moment. He said nothing for a few beats as she gave him an encouraging smile.

"Ok...well…" he began hesitantly, "I grew up in Austin, Texas."

"Aww, you're a country boy." She teased, causing him to blush a light shade of red. "That explains the teeny weeny accent. But go on."

"I grew up in my Pappy Joe's—my grandfather's farm and helped raise animals. We grow and harvest our own produce and sell it to neighboring markets. What first started off as a successful small family business turned into an even bigger one. We now have multiple farms and land all over Texas and just recently a vineyard in California where we also sell wine."

"And how did you end up in New York?"

"Well my father wanted to expand the family business. He was specifically interested in international real estate and construction, so he founded Friar Enterprises, its main headquarters located here in Manhattan. And New York happens to be the place where he met by mother, who is a fashion designer and CEO of a fashion magazine."

"Wow…that's amazing. Your family must be pretty loaded." She said as Lucas chuckled.

"Yea…but it isn't glamorous as some people make it out to be." There was a tiny wistful tone in his voice. Riley wasn't sure what triggered it, but she assumed there was more to his life than he was letting on. So she simply nodded her head, knowing that it was none of her business as they approached the front of the school building and stood by the stair steps that led to the main entrance.

"It must to be nice though…" she paused, turning to face him, "to have everything you ever wanted."

He had a strange vacant look on his face as he was staring at her intently; his gaze flickering from her eyes to her lips and then back to her eyes. "Not everything."

She felt her stomach tightened at the melancholy, but soft gleam in his emerald eyes. They stood in silence looking at each other and smiling for maybe a little too long when they were suddenly brought out of it by the sound of the first warning bell. Her gaze fell behind him and her eyes widened.

"Oh god! I…uh, gotta go to class." She said hurriedly, realizing the time.

"Yea, that makes two of us."

"Thanks for walking with me."

"Of course. Thanks for letting me." Lucas smiled down at her and she laughed quietly through closed lips.

"I'll see you around. Thanks again!"

He smiled while he watched her leave, waiting for a short amount of time before he headed to his class.

"So who's the girl?"

The quiet voice from behind him made him jump, a curse slipping from his lips as he spun around to see Zay standing a few feet away, eyes watching him with a cheeky grin.

"What?" Lucas blinked at him distractedly as Zay rolled his eyes at him.

"The girl who you were walking to school with and talking to just now." He inquired as his lips quirked up into a smile. "Yeaaa…I saw you two. She's in my literature class. She's pretty cute, right?"

"Her name is Riley. What's it to you?" Lucas asked as they began walking up the concrete stair steps.

"Nothing, just surprised you're even talking to someone."

"I'm talking to you, aren't I?"

"I meant a girl."

"Maya's a girl and I talk to her all the time." Lucas explained.

"That's different, man. You have that look on your face."

"That look?" He asked, confused.

"Yes…of someone who is interested." Zay declared with a knowing smile. Lucas' eyes widened and he sucked in a breath. He could feel his whole face beginning to heat up.

"What? No! I barely know her. I've met her just two days ago. It's not like that—" Lucas frantic stammering was cut off midstream as Zay nodded and patted his shoulder.

"No need to explain, Luke. If you say it's nothing, it's nothing."

He gave a sigh of relief as they entered the school. "Thank you."

"Which is probably a good thing considering she is the Dean's daughter." Lucas shot him a look, his gaze boring into Zay's with his mouth hanging slightly ajar.

"W-what?"

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