Sitting in class Riley was staring at Lucas and Maya was sulking on her desk and watching Riley. ‘Why can’t she look at me like that? That twinkle in her eyes. I wonder what she’s thinking. Does she even know the sorts of things she’s supposed to want to do with him?’
“Okay, class, what do we know about Native Americans?” Mr. Matthews asked the class.
“Ah, he tells unpopular truth, what a guy,” Riley sighed. ‘Can she swoon over this dude any harder? Can he be anymore perfect?’
“Farkle, give me something,” Mr. Matthews
